8/6/2025
Turns out I'm a sad fraud. It should've been obvious. I chose to allow myself to make a mistake tonight. It really wasn't as disastrous as it could've been. In antithesis to hubris I'm moderating by declining the option to make another. I'm really just a softie. I don't know why I'm surprised that the sadness came. I pretend to be vicious. I kept it up for longer than usual this time, but again I find myself bargaining, clinging to a precious, catastrophic love.