& i proclaim, all hail the heartbreaker.
matt called me.
he had a "weird moment" that changed everything.
so he isnt leaving his life behind.
he's just cutting contact with most people.
purging, he called it.
to see who matters.
he said, i take it you understand that.. you of course do
& i'm glancing at the tear-soaked tissues on the desk, "yeah, i was wondering for a bit, but you know, whatever, i get it..." i say casually
& he said to me, never be sorry.
& we all know i never am.
so i'm talking to him, the love of my life, my best friend, & i realize all i'm talking to now is a dead soul
& i get it all, the symbolism. death purgatory & ressurection.
& i see that he hates me & loves me more than words could say.
& that it wasnt supposed to be like this; he was supposed to tear away from me & everyone else.
i felt hate in every word he said to me.
"we'll speak again, after the end."
hey guys, matt thinks he's jesus.