My mother always says "Sometimes, you can't always make the right choice. You either have to be the firefighter putting out the fire or the arsonist holding the flame."
I've had a rough month and a half, and of all the decisions (of life or death...or somewhere in between) I've made in this stint, I logged onto my iCloud account and found Minah's (Vanessa's) number. And like a complete dumbass, I called, got her voicemail and left her a message. To further fall into my dumbass-dom, I followed that up by sending her a text to that number. Whether she calls/texts back or not, the damage is done.
So, I am become arsonist, the wielder of flames who laughs at the world, watching it burn down to its foundation.
6:25 p.m. - 2014-11-03
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