xviii
There are things that I am too old for, things that I should know better about. You can understand every inch of a person’s inner workings, but they will still find a way to surprise or disappoint you. Then there is that certain something, something brilliantly painful and you see this imperfect person perfectly, but then they go ahead and decide something else. It’s doing everything and being handed nothing.
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I’ve always hated math, but I just really wish that we were a series of mathematical equations. We would have our formulas and our rules, and on our very worst days it would take us all night and two pots of coffee and a mess of scrap papers to solve, but there would always be an answer, an end result.
I’ve decided that we are just so unfortunate. You’ve become my favorite mistake.
Whatever this is - It engulfs me like a jealous lover, it envelops me like a thousand vultures on raw meat after a bloody carnage. Dont go to the bar, heres a cup of green tea instead. No more of these lazy talks about late night riots and becoming torontonian anarchists. Become a realist, put all those dreams behind and take Law as a major or something.
Oh time, you lousy villain.
