“Never let it be said that the apocalypse wasn’t beautiful.”
After one too many jokes he found he couldn’t get the idea out of his head that people thought he was cruel and it bothered him how angry it made him, which quickly turned into a downward spiral and before he knew it, he could barely take two steps out his door without starting an internal argument with himself about the thoughts of total strangers.
James rolled over on the couch and looked at his therapist, who cocked an eyebrow and said.
“I can’t say that I have, but I have heard you say things like this before. I thought you were supposed to be clean?”