Drew first blood.
Status messages matter more than you think – a dubiously-positioned comma raises more than an eyebrow; a drastic enough change begs an avalanche of questions tomorrow. They thought I would not be able to take it, but really, they should have known me better than that.
Having to deal with two bloody disappointments within a span of a fortnight is more than I can take. So, yes – while I am left waiting for word that will never come, I am still hoping that the days ahead will be easier to overcome.
And that is why I have finally caved in.
On hindsight, perhaps it was simply inevitable.
You may string me out to dry and put me on the wire, but I will tell you to keep your headphones close to your heart, because that is where it will undoubtedly hit you the hardest. The effects will not be immediate, but they are indeed immaculate, unerringly coming towards you in a kind of careful precision that eventually translates into a glorious punch in the gut fit not for television.
Mr Berninger, you have completely ruined me, time and again. They say love is a virtue, do they not? – but know that I will still believe in you no matter what others say.