You'll always be my thunder

Always picked the wrong one. Aaaah September, how I've missed you so. No.. no not really. I am tired. Just two more weeks!! Sometimes I understate how much I love this stupid job. Admittedly, I wouldn't have any form of attachment or dedication to it if I were still the same as I was when I came in. Hmm. Better off. Scrambling to remember what it was like.. I missed the day again! I am a mess of bad life decisions but I missed the opportunity to miss it. Life win. Back to being public enemy number 1. No, this time it's really not in my head. I guess I always knew this day was going to come. Wondering again how worth it now is. I hate you and how much it has made me question myself. A million different corners... Yes, I'm territorial like that. Skank. On the other hand, I haven't gotten used to this yet. Honestly, I think I'm just afraid to. Change is on the horizon. I don't want to get any deeper than I already am to have it pulled out from under me (get it get it). Speaking of which, it was back to the murder site for me. Flashes of my blurred vision of the night as I stood at the hot spot, like watching a bad porno, really. A painful re-enactment of that first spot of rust, corroding and oxidizing under me. The virus slowly spreading, crawling through my veins, tarnishing my skin. Will this sickness ever leave me?

Kiss you, taste you,

All night, always