Status Updates From Krhotine

Holy fucking shit I don’t know why, but that Debbie news hit me like a fucking truck.

“Our odds looked good. We were young and alive and strong, and nothing could hurt us, and there wasn’t anything clouding this perception a fable about our place in the world, and we ignored the intrusive notions of fate and horror and hideous death that might kidnap us from the golden dome of adolescence resided under”

“And then I felt it: there was a presence someone on the hillside hidden watching me I stood still imagining what the presence the thing wanted from me as it kept staring so intently from its secret vantage point…… it was someone from the writers of the afterlife. It was a troller. It was the ghost of Matt Kellner.”

“Who cared anyway it was all bullshit. It felt so cleansing to look at things from this angle. I wanted to be where Susan Reynolds was, and I wanted to write like this as well numbness as a feeling numbness as a motivation numbness as the reason to exist numbness as ecstasy.”

“ And I just stood there in the fading afternoon light realizing at 17 that I was already staring into my past that the past had a meaning that would always define you. …… and there was nothing I could do about the pain of the past. It just settled over me. “