Battletoads, I need you
Come to the rescue
I need you, I need you
Joanne of Arc, ultimate
The gates of hands of our fate
Celestial of True Faith, is it you
To the place to never land
Let’s go, holy rehabilitate
I’ve never let anyone in close enough to see the ugliness inside. Last summer, my dad came the closest after some emotional emails I’d sent him. He drove the 6 hours to my city and spent the week taking me out to dinner and talking, trying to figure out what was wrong. But I burned him like I’ve done everyone else.
I burned my grandmother when I told her to stop talking to me. I burned my co-workers when I took up the vow of silence at the office. I burned my father by never replying to any of his follow up emails after we had […]