People always get used to beauty though.
There is no try. There is only do.
But once that string gets cut, kid, you can't uncut it. Do you get what I'm saying?
Did I help you to a fate you didn't want?
Even then, it hurt. The pain was always there, pulling me inside of myself, demanding to be felt. It always felt like I was waking up from the pain when something in the world outside of me suddenly required my comment or attention.
I wanted to, you know, get my story out in the world, which, it turns out, is a very misguided notion.