Sometimes I miss him so much. Him and mom. I wish....
I wish too many things I think.
Work again today. At least it's some routine and I'm lucky to have a job otherwise I'd be resorting to using my powers to jack phone booths for change....again.
Sometimes I wonder what dad was thinking. Maybe he wasn't. After all who could really think when they're running for there lives.
Listen to me, being all melancholy. Jesus.
I'm alive and I'm free, isn't that enough ?
Sometimes...other times I wish I could just be near people without having to fear that talking to them is going to lead the Shop straight to me. Hell, I wish I could just be near people without having to worry about setting them on fire.