i keep forgetting no matter how much i think you've changed, your past comes back to haunt you. you can't keep it together. you can't stop the stench. it latches on with hooks of solidification. digging deeper and deeper into your already torn consciousness. you. have. failed. apologies on top of apologies can't erase the present tense reality you've cornered yourself in. and as much as i'd like to blame you for this. i projected it onto you. and i'm sorry for that. sorry for your success.