Perhaps I’ll sneak to the library during my break and type what I have written. Perhaps today is the only day of release in the midst of an impetuous stream of damp, thoughtless times. Perhaps I’ll return to you, perhaps I’ll sloppily continue to neglect you despite my new-years-resolution-esque promises to come back. Perhaps I’ll tell you what has happened, perhaps I’ll finally explain why I clumsily forced Elisse to leave me. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. Fuck fickleness.