Your eyes betrayed you for the thousandth time. I counted them well and I've crippled this spell. For the thousandth time, betrayal has been freed of its hostage. What wicked deceit; the ones that carpet beneath this sinful bewitchment. It's all in the slap at the back of my head. Condoning and forgiving does not travel in parallels. You read these words well, you interpret them perpetually. The rear door has not been shut. They holler echoes that bell to the deaf. Such awakening, such pity, such tragedy.

How wicked, how cruel, how brutal, you can be. This has gotten to be so hard on me. Don't betray us anymore.

Today was supposed to be solely happy.