Hope.

You, yes I'm talking to you.

It's not very funny sneaking up on people like that. Once someone has a Plan on how to live their lives already, must you emerge from the depths within and ruin it all?

One breach on the surface of the Plan was all it took to set the cracks off, radiating, racing, conducting, consuming ...

No, I want the Life I had Planned out for me, in my next four years. I don't want your precarious alternative, your fucking options.

There's no harm in trying, you say. I say there is harm, and that my mentality is all you need to attack to bring about that harm.

I gotta figure out another way to co-exist with Hope. Goddamn parasite...