I respect you more than anyone. But right now I’m wondering what bothers you more, that I made a stupid decision or that I didn’t make your decision.
Part of me wonders if this is a suicide mission disguised as a game.
I'm sick of doing bad things and liking it and then wondering what's wrong with me. I want it to be over. I want to start again.
I wonder if fears ever really go away, or if they just lose their power over us.
I wonder how I seem to them. They must see someone I don't see. Someone capable and strong. Someone I can't be; someone I can be.
I should wonder what courage—which is the virtue they most value—has to do with a metal ring through your nostril.