Capítulo 39: FORTY TWO

Recap I can't fathom the depths of my predicament without the aid of subliminals. All forms of romantic attraction. The cycle is inconsistent yet erratic.

Can't decide if I despise or adore you. Want to murder you or hang you up. I don't know anything anymore. Given that it has lasted months, this current period is actually rather humorous. To me, amber is a hue. Subtle but noticeable

I used a permanent marker to etch it into my brain.