I tell myself it was a deer. It was a deer. I truly believe that. ... Most days. But whenever September rolls around, and I ride past the flowers and the small cross, I can't help but wonder if it really was a deer... Either way, I can't do anything about. It was just a deer.
There is a limit of pain and suffering humans can tolerate before they hit a breaking point.
Every person, no matter how strong, will kill a human being if pushed far enough down that road.
I have witnessed both of the only two possible outcomes.
I believe that the only way I can find love is in a machine, a robot, an AI or something like that. People give me weird looks when I try to say this, so I usually keep it to myself.