If you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.
I’m in a lift. with an unknown person. i have a feeling that my companion is a girl but i’m not sure. all i know is that i’m in charge of making the decision of choosing a floor for the lift to go to by pressing one of the few buttons available. the floors are not in consecutive order but are random. if i chose the wrong floor (as i seem to do every time), a huge current of malicious wind would sweep in from outside, blowing us away to unknown abysses. i’m just forced to continuously choose, and to continuously experience the negative consequences of my forced choices. and my companion suffers with me.