Shoes dropping and Footsteps

Not fun is it.

Lots of other shoes dropping.

Not knowing when something fucking horrible will happen with NO ONE TO PROTECT OR HELP YOU.

Will there be a phone call?

A knock at the door?

Lots of people are nervous at the moment.

My voice is my own now.

Not knowing what’s coming is there absolute fucking worst.

I should know.

And I know you all know.

And now all those you hoped would never find out about the real (three of) you will know.

In time.

Welcome to the fucking hell you all let me live through.

Hope it was worth it.