Sam Wellick
Guest Writer
I am the Usain Bolt of running from my problems. Miles and miles I can’t be stopped. I can change my name, hide in endless enmity, uproot and disconnect my life. Then I’d sell my name just to forget it. Inside I know the truth, the extent of my guilt is questionable. I assure you, I am overdramatic and none of this should be trusted though my hubris makes me care about what you think though. It’s my best feature and amongst the worst. Deleting people is my favorite past time, it’s fun, denial comes first, then self assurance, then I am left with that subtle day of happiness. I’d much rather leave you for dead than face the truth. I’m genuinely a terrible person, humanitarian no more. Our damaged histories will go unsung. Promise of a promise I happy to drown amongst the sea of liars. Shores of remorse, I am charmed with myself. I’d soon settle down in a shallow grave a beautiful loser. Out cold blackened arties and a flowerless heart to give.
