“Internally I marveled at what a blathering idiot I'd become.”
“You wanted happiness, I can’t blame you for that, and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy but tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.”
“What an idiot I'd been. What a spoilt brat. What a bloody fool.”
“Rather, it is from the blather, rather, I am made.”
“I have three words for you," EMT Guy said. "Possible internal bleeding."I turned back to him. "Don't you think if I was bleeding internally, I'd know somewhere deep inside? Like, internally?”
“I'd be at work where poeple respected my opinions, said Nick. And then, I'd come home and it was like I was the village idiot.”