worriedUntil then I can only do what I am able.
Surprising as that may seem.
Later : Oh. Right. Well then.
I'll get my coat - oh wait, I don't own one, so I can't have brought one. Then whose the fuck coat is this? Oh, who cares - they won't need it tonight anyway.
It's cold as cold outside tonight.
Still not as cold as it is inside though.
One day I will be good enough to help the people I love.
That's a goal of sorts.
And it sounds better than "one day the people I love will realise I'm fucking fantastic and a good person to come to for help", right?
Ach. Bed, I think.
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