I can now say, with all the certainty in the world and more, that I have officially lost my fucking mind.
I am, without a sliver of a doubt, completely and utterly insane.
I’m sitting at a very familiar desk, unable to remove the large chunks of mush from my brain as I stare at a very familiar folder casually laying in front of me. I’m trying really hard not to show it, but I’m trembling almost viciously in my seat, struggling to breathe normally as icy eyes focus on me, studying my every move.
I’m not just going to hell for this. I’m going to super hell; to the deepest, hottest, and probably smelliest pit of the underworld for what I’m about to do. And in the meantime, while I’m still in the not-so-glorious land of the living, I deserve every bit of the sea of guilt and bad karma I know is coming my way for this decision.
For my decision.