and you’re fuckin’ nowhere

From dormancy, she suddenly sends me an sms:
“You’re everywhere.”
Which is a commiserable attempt at either an apology or a reconciliation. So I just had to shoot back with:
“I go by the name “guilt,” I therefore am everywhere.
To which she replied,
“Haha! I missed that.”

There are just some people you can’t understand, not even if Sylar slices through their skull & sieves through their thought processes. Because in that muck of peabrain, there’s more shit than blood. More lies than neurons. If a person betrays you, they had better leave you alone for a whole fucking decade. And then, maybe then, they can bump into you all scared & uneasy & you’d be like “C’mon, that was eons ago.” AND it would be true. Each word would be true.

Prequel to this shit is here.