chapter 6: who's fleecing makes a fool of me

for this sweet and heavy trouble he had none other to blame than himself.

i could buy you a drink, i could tell you all about it, i could tell you why i doubted, and i could tell you why i still believe.

but i can't say it like i can fucking sing it. and i can't sing it like i think it. man. and i can't think it. like i feel it. or something. someshit. and i don't feel a thing.

apathy. not worry.

fuck.