I. just. can’t.
Applying for a J-1 non-immigrant visa feels like being assfucked without any lube or a kiss (literally). I don’t know how much more I can take.
So it goes.
Those were vile people in both those cities, as is well known. The world was better off without them.
And Lot’s wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human.
So she was turned to a pillar of salt.
I wonder how Winslow will sound eventually with the voice we know and love.
After everything you screwed up for me? You’re the one that’s betrayed me most over the years, because you never listened, always did what you thought was right at the time and your opinion was always differing from mine.
You were the one who never thought carefully, even though I was trying to warn you, give you some advice - not from my own personal experience, but from what others have told me. I thought it was important that you knew what they’d been through. You didn’t care.
You were the one talking nonsense with anger and hatred in your eyes whenever I got mad at people I love.
You were the one always falling for the wrong person, tricking me into falling for them, too.
The one getting obsessed with the idea of a bright future that would pretty soon fall apart. You know, I did, too.
You’re the one who proves to me how unworthy I am every fucking day.
You’re the one who makes me hate waking up in the morning.
You’re the one who makes my life a series of ups and downs, an insanity, a sick joke, a horrible nightmare, a dream to come true.
But I actually am grateful for that.
You are my worst enemy, but the one who’d only torture me, never kill me.
So I guess I have no choice but to defeat you. And some day I will.
Meanwhile, I’m in desperate need to trust someone. So, I’ll ask again - can I trust you, Self?
I don’t know anymore.
Becaue you are the one who’s slowly going crazy and I’m just a foolish girl who fell in love.