Until Tomorrow.

Asks no one, all the time.

And I hesitate to answer

because I don't think it's enough of a reason

that I'm sad because of what I don't have

what I don't feel.

There's a saying that, good things come to those who wait.

Time heals everything.

I'm tired of waiting for the pain to start.

Just so that I can wait for it to end.

How much time do I give myself before I realize that eight years made me angrier

and stonier

and sadder.

where every decision is a domino effect

that leads to the protagonist (that's me)

witnessing the most horrific things I can imagine

choose your own adventure

every path leads to creative mutilation

while all my friends never saw it coming

and the person I loved

holding the trigger

on the shotgun