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[somedaybitch]

most days i'm pretty sure i don't consciously think about it. some days though, it feels like i've been bleeding out for 10 years and couldn't it just be done already. those days i feel like Mal, mixed in with a little bit of Logan, and maybe some Starbuck on the side, just for good measure. people ask me why and i don't really have a good answer, lamely offer up "because he asked." from the outside i can see how that doesn't seem like enough. from the inside though, it's far, far too much.

why does this stuff hit randomly like a blind roundhouse to the head? stupid universe.