All I did was eat. All I did was fill an emptiness that ached and burned a little. A lot.

And now I'm sorry. I'm sorry about so many things. About trying, about thinking optimistically, delusionally. I am sorry for pushing, and I'm sorry for asking to be pushed.

So instead, I'll try to fold the escaping lobes of putty back into a human shape, for now, and go out. Hopefully someone will make me feel worth it, tonight.