The city is mine now. No longer need I worry about the repercussions. I’m the only one I can harm. I can throw myself entirely upon the fire. I drank to take my hands off the wheel, when all I had to was drive everyone away. I got there in the end.
And I need all the reasons I can find not to hate myself. But it’s hard. Even the idea makes me shiver. Because I see loving myself like looking down on others. Riding around on a high horse. And I never want to think I’m better then the people I see on the street. The ones who have it rough. The ones who don’t fit in. The ones I see my own face in.
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