Well that’s it, then. You’ve fucked it up irrevocably. You’ve given it all up and you’re doomed. You are sooooo fucked you can’t even begin to see the sun from the bottom of the hole you’ve dug. You’re stuck there, the sword of Damocles is falling. You can’t even bear to look.
But, you know, if you’d just lean back maybe it’d miss. It’s a shame you’ve convinced yourself you’re boned. Hell, if you weren’t worried about ripping that pretty dress you could just stand up.
Idiot. I guess you *are* fucked, after all.
Who convinced you of this, anyway?