Okay, so maybe standing on the edge of a cliff that was looming over a bottomless pit wasn't really the best way to start my morning.
Long story short, I died a long time ago, became immortal, threw a tantrum, created this lovely tunnel to the center of the earth, and haven't moved even an inch for a millennium or two.
And I still wasn't over my break-up.
Now, I was angry, bitter, along- all the bad stuff. I so wasn't talking to anyone for the rest of eternity.
Once again, I fail to see the reality of things. Since when did Time ever listen to me?
Since now.