this is the upside of already being eternally damned
We all have some proper noun to blame.
By the time you read this, you'll be older than you remember.
Love and life belongs to great risk.
No, none of us seem so very real. We're only supporting characters in the lives of each other. Any real truth, any precious fact will always be lost in a mountain of shattered make-believe.
My point is, that if I'm honest, my life is all about me.