Chapter 79 Ansel

• Was I always like this? Driven and joyless. Obsessive and stressed. So fucking tired that it feels like the weight of the world is pushing down on my bones.
• I swear I remember lazy summer days and nights spent laughing, not working, but they’re a hazy memory. Maybe even a dream. When I play them in my mind on late nights when I can’t sleep, it’s like watching an actor in a movie.
• Tonight, I can’t sleep, but for a brand new reason. Usually it’s my greatest hits: my Ignis tech will never work; my father died without ever respecting me; I’m going to die alone, etc, etc.