eleven

yeah, so i've pretty much lost my inner monologue.

you've been warned.


[edited to add]: alright. i refuse to give in to this. i refuse to turn into everything that i swore against. maybe that fosters time under the bus. maybe that enhances my power of invisibility. i'm not going to let that matter; i'm not going to live my life in reaction to it. so, i have regained my inner monologue. i have regained the mantra of whatever happens, happens. i refuse to drink from that other poisoned fountain.

resume your lives.