cromnac

Sometimes I feel like a horse in the ring, running circules to be broken in. I know if I stop and trample the cunt with the whip I'll be considered wild and turned to dog food, and for now it's easier just to take the little bits of pain and keep running. But I can't go forever. Sooner or later I'll break, and I'll run myself to death if they make me.

Wrote that about two or three weeks ago. It's remarkable how much things have improved since.