I just re-read this having memoried it ages back. I was completely fucking gutted then, and now, having just watched Gossip for the first time I decided to re-read it, thinking it would be a little clearer. Yes, it was; I got what Travis was talking about when he was talking about his roommates.
That was it.
Because you don't need to know that for this to STILL fucking GUT you, and my stomach aches, and this hurts, it hurts, the thing about the hands especially, but there's some sort of terrible, terrible hope to it, hope that shouldn't be but is, at the end. But basically this is the kind of fiction that I wish I wrote because it's not just fiction. It's real and it's got things that resound out and you recognise and I'm blathering but fuck. Ow. I love this. I just wanted to tell you. :)
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That was it.
Because you don't need to know that for this to STILL fucking GUT you, and my stomach aches, and this hurts, it hurts, the thing about the hands especially, but there's some sort of terrible, terrible hope to it, hope that shouldn't be but is, at the end. But basically this is the kind of fiction that I wish I wrote because it's not just fiction. It's real and it's got things that resound out and you recognise and I'm blathering but fuck. Ow. I love this. I just wanted to tell you. :)