but it's not like that, so what the hell am i supposed to do about it?

rhie thinking to himself,'i wish trauma was a poison i could squeeze out of my brain like a sponge.' he thinks about twisting black sludge out of a towel. 'i just want it out of me.'


july 19, 2026

i really hope you don't think i enjoy being preoccupied with the pain i'm in.

it's funny. people who have broken bones aren't normally accused of relishing their condition of "had the fuck beat out of me and now i can't think about anything else." i mean. they DO, because people suck sometimes. but if you say that out loud, everyone thinks you're an asshole.

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take me away from here.