I don’t know what to say today. I have seven stitches in my right arm. August’s grin widened every time the doctor’s needle tugged through my skin.
I drew the reversed Six of Swords. No hope. No hope for him, no hope for me. The swords will rain down from Heaven and drive us into Hell. At least I have friends there.
My arm hurts, typing hurts, August’s glare hurts… I just can’t…