Vignette XVI

Well, you really fucked that one up, didn't you? Well done Lad! Give the boy a biscuit.

Freak.

Anyway.

I have spent much time not leaving my regrets behind, in fact, I always carry them with me. I'm never without them.


As uspet as I am, at least I can pick myself out of the smoking crater caused by the almightly falling for that took place. I've been dragging myself up by my fingertips just in case, but now I can go haul out. Good. Fine.

I now don't have time for this; it's less than two weeks until the deadline. If I don't finish, I am finished. I've got to let this one go.


So. You know the drill. Tomorrow? Yes, that's right.

Tomorrow it could be you.