I run.

Dear future reference,

Apparently there's some things I forgot to tell you. I have a boss that loved me days ago and hates my guts as of 8:34 am. I can't say I'm heartbroken; I never was into cults anyways. These days, you can't even get your teeth cut out in peace. Salaries and comissions and time pick a limb and pull and I'm thinking that by this time tomorrow, I'll be feeling the pain. You are a huge tool, just so you know, and maybe the biggest asshole I know, yet you try so hard to be everyone's best friend. I'll start respecting you the second you start accepting questions. Where do I sign up to get out, bossman?

I've found myself in far more compromising situations than the one close at hand, but left and right simultaneously felt like my head was resting on a broken swivel. I much prefer left, sorry right. It's like the song I heard that made me spit. What you're thinking and what I'm thinking are far from inches away. Fresh start in T minus 42 days; do you hear me? 42 too few to something worth running away with. It's so goddamn amazing how much I can love my shadow, yet I still find myself trying to run from it at every offhand chance. If there's any chance I could talk you into holding it down for me so I can escape, it would be appreciated.