That’s one of the better things I’ve been called. I’m glad I can be a sap instead of a loser who fucks everything up, an insane, obsessed idiot who makes people uncomfortable; a monster who destroys everything that gets in his way, burns down bridges and lives for illusions of reasons, or a corrupt cultist who sleeps once a week, doesn’t bathe due to fear of letting the purity of the time an angel touched him once escape him, and survives off of energy drinks and 16 in one. Even if it does mean fucking a friendship up, I guess being sappy is better than being what I was, what I’m still scared I am sometimes. Fuck, I was supposed to be free from this guilt. Maybe, I’ll never be free from this. But the only way out is through. Someday, I’ll truly love my past, if you all don’t mind, and I’ll believe it when I just get called a sap after making a dumb decision.