It will happen. At least, it could potentially happen. Just because you couldn't sort it out doesn't mean I can't. Why do you do this? You make me feel like a right weird cunt. You isolate me. You deserve yourself, and yourself for eternity at that. Imagine that? Now you're sorry. Imagine yourself, forever. Fuck that. You're rubbish.
If no one comes, it wasn't a success. After the event you can reason to yourself and others that it was important, but you'll know that it wasn't. All your strength, minor though it is, went into this thing and where did it get you? Even further down the road of disappointment, that's where.
Everybody knows you will never finish the 'project'. Nobody cares about the 'pipeline'. Nothing matters as far as you're concerned. But it must do, somewhere in that tiny brain of yours. You're having a lot of 'interesting ideas'. Bullshit.
Where will we go if we can't remain here? Even though it's a bit crap, I have to state that I actually like it in a certain way. Must we move? Make a window and jump through it. Carcass ahoy.
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