fredericktrumper
I'm not alone. I have the footprints. They're right there, in the sand, can't you fucking see? They're right there, I'm not crazy, I swear they're right there. I don't want to be alone. They have to be there. They have to. I can't be seeing things like some goddamn kook. I can't. She wouldn't let me go crazy. She'd be here. No, she wouldn't, because she hates me now.