I feel Damocles' sword swinging gently over my head, and there is nothing I can do about it. Or is there? I really don't know. I just know that I feel really, really bad about something, but I have no idea what that something is. I have a sucking hole right between my collarbones telling me something is very wrong, but for the life of me I cannot put my finger on the problem. It may very well be the life of me, and it will slip through my fingers because my mind is broken.
Augh. Thinking dismal things is getting me nowhere, and I have homework.
I just know something is going to jump on me and I will have royally screwed up by forgetting. I wish I knew what it was.
I am sorry, love. Let me know if I can help any which way.
ReplyDeleteThis is well written, btw.
I perhaps understand. Very well written.
ReplyDeleteAlso, this is the thing I told you about: http://www.the-leaky-cauldron.org/features/essays/issue22/HorcruxCaseStudy.