The Bloody Doors Off

When I hear that in my head, it sounds like John Oliver. Which makes me wonder if that’s where I got it from.

Most people would choose Morgan Freeman or Samuel L. Jackson narrating their lives.

I got John fucking Oliver.

Let that sink in.

Better yet.

Don’t.

I’m writing.

At least there’s that.

Not exactly the choice I’d make, but it’s something.

Is anyone else warm?

Just me?

Okay.

The pain around my chest has lessened.

My heart still aches.

I’m feeling raw.