Merinthophobia.

Tonight is the night for bad decisions. Like fucking a married man in a subway station bathroom. I've wanted extreme for a long time. Drastic measures to call attention. I've spent too many nights watching couples sillouetted by their lace bedroom curtains, wondering how good it could be. I've laid awake some nights invisioning life as a bird, everflying. Free. Tonight, I'm going to burn a house down and imagine that the moon is howling back at me. Expression is a timely thing.