I hope we meet again in our next lives. When you’re something majestic and pure, I’ll be aggressively shy, always running from the dangers of the next world. I mean that’s all I know how to do now, running is my biggest talent. Most of the time I’m not even scared, but happy and secure. That’s what I tend to run away from- comfort. That’s what has led me to my own destruction. Self-mutilation in it’s the most innocent sense. But maybe in that next world I will be different. Maybe I will have the strength of someone who is emotionally healthy and I’ll be able to handle the best things in life. Or maybe I won’t, and I’ll keep running from you.