Voices say the day you were in Boston, when you let go of my hand and ran into the street, when the car almost hit you, if I had a credit card you would’ve taken it to buy a ticket to, somewhere, idk, and have run away from me.
I vaguely remember giving you my wallet but still…
It’s fucked up, but what isn’t fucked up in my head right now.
I don’t want to think or have to care about this.
Like yeah it’s a bad hit but I’m not even certain about what freaked you out so badly. Like I know why I saw, thought and felt but that girl is dead now… and even if she weren’t it’s not as if I can co front her about it, because apparently everyone doing this shit has no recollection of the events, or is lying to me.
So you can see and understand just how maddening this is for me.
Anyway.
Edit: They say “Steinar” “turned all the way up” to get you to steal my credit card. Glad I didn’t have one back then…