Josh--

You are a Judas in your priestly robes. The sun now shines through but it mocks me; me, still the same middle school girl in braids and a plaid skirt thinking I'm sexy talking to the others, more grown up. You; you strictly concerned with business, the business of life destruction, the normality of the sadness of being. If I didn't feel such pity for you, surely you'd disgust me like your insectile automobile.