vague

Today Elora is sad. Not too much. She is south of the Mason Dixon line. It is warm. It is not snowing. It is not raining. It is almost sunny. She should be ecstatic.

But then there's all this goddamn guilt and its killing her.

And she's been tricked. She's almost sure.

And its killing her.

She got ahead of what she was going for.

And she can't do this again, no more.

i'm just like you, don't know what to do. i'm caught here in the middle of a life i can't live but i want to; i don't know how they do it though

but marquees will make everything better.