if someone was hurt by ‘i’m doing this for your own good,’ then yeah, hearing me say it now probably sounds disgusting. i know the answer. still watched them walk out tonight and wanted to lock the door so badly i had to put both hands in my pockets. didn’t do it. key’s with them. i’m just downstairs with a gas station coffee like a complete idiot, waiting for one text that says they’re alive. maybe i’m not built to save people. i keep wanting to hide them instead.