It really is that we are like a loosely tied collection of personalities
The more I listen to myself, the more atrocious things I hear coming in
On the one hand I can see as actions map towards a happy ending
On the other I am wondering what am I to do with the mob in my mind
I already know I can't subdue them for long. Maybe I should try a charm
I guess I started to write this story because part of me is thrilled that winter is about to come because it feeds my Schadenfreude to watch people complain about it.