Laying in bed coughing. Gravel rattling, tearing up my insides. Taking the day off from my new job. I should be feeling awful. I should be hating myself.
But doing the right thing has no other repercussions than dealing with the nagging, lizard child. And his shrill voice is drowned out my busy system, fighting off this bug or whatever it is.
I do what’s right for me now. Not other people. They’ll get the best out of me when I obey rule number one: look after number one.
It feels strange but it also feels like the future now. And I’m fucking happy about that.
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