XXXV. OBLIVION

"Came any one by his own merit hence,
Or by another's, who was blessed thereafter?"
And he, who understood my covert speech.

Magnificence Grandeura Callarosa. 18.
District One Female.
Limbo Village, West. 19:06.

"I saw the girl from Eight kill somebody," Magnificence couldn't believe it either but she has to let the pack know of what could be a potential threat.

"You're hilarious, Maggie," Hesson scoffs and fiddles with his hair.

"I'm serious," Magnificence tries her best to convince the group, "The boy from Seven."

"I doubt that, but thanks for sharing."

(They didn't believe her.)

Magnificence is frustrated seven hours after the fact. Her alliance, the people who she trusts and the people who are supposed to trust her simply don't give a damn about what she said. And she thinks, what did I have to gain from that? How would I be better off if I lied that the girl from Eight killed the boy from Seven. It's ridiculous, and maybe Ludovicus made points when he said it wasn't that big of a deal, but to Magnificence it's a huge deal.

(Magnificence, the dead girl who's still alive and constantly questions reality doesn't like being doubted. And that's why she hasn't come forth about her illness. She knows people wouldn't believe her, they'd call her delusional, a weirdo. Sick in the head and not at all fit for the Games. Not fit to be a mother much less because hell, what if Beau inherits her illness and the poor boy thinks he's dead before he's even fully alive. They'd render her incompetent, useless. The Careers would no doubt about it and the rest of society even more so. So she keeps quiet.)

(But she also starts to wonder whether or not she really did see the Eight girl blossom into a killer. Surely, anything's possible in the arena, but maybe even that is a stretch. Maybe it's her stupid brain tricking her the same way it tricked her into thinking she'd be able to kill the boy from Twelve without any guilt.)

Magnificence Grandeura Callrosa wants to be the furthest thing from delusional, yet she's so afraid that she's gaslighting herself somehow.

(Wouldn't be surprising, she already convinced herself that she's dead, what's another lie.)

She's rummaging through the villages with Cyra at her side as they try to find even more food to pad the Careers' stash, which is quite ironic because, is the dead girl really the best person to determine what food is good and what's bad? Doubted. But again, she's the only person in the arena that know's she's dead.

"Do you think this is edible, M?" Cyra's taken to referring to her by just her first initial which isn't ideal but certainly better than Maggie. She holds up a wrapped package of bread from the bin they've been digging through outside one of the small houses in the village.

"It doesn't look moldy," Magnificence remarks upon a first glance, noting the smooth texture of the loaf, seeds around the edges. It's almost appetizing, key word almost.

"But do you think it tastes good?" Cyra asks, truthfully not all that concerned, "Eh, fuck that, we don't get to pick what our food tastes line 'round these parts."

Magnificence nods. It's true, she'd gotten close to Cyra during their time in the Capitol, but she's less fond of the Two girl now. She was silent when Hesson ridiculed her for "lying," even when she was so affirmative and validating the previous evening. Of course, Cyra doesn't know that Magnificence is upset, but for a girl who claims to pride herself on being an amazing friend, she sure didn't act like one.

The two of them are walking back to the house where the rest of the Pack decided to settle for the next few hours when Cyra finally asks, "Are you okay?"

What a loaded question, Magnificence laughs inside her head. Why would she be okay if she wasn't before the blood even started to spill. She is frustrated though, she just is unsure if she wants to express it to Cyra right away so she settles with saying, "And you're asking why?"

"You just seem off," Cyra admits quickly, stopping in her tracks to look at her, genuine concern in her eyes too, "I know you were upset last night, so I guess I just wanted to check in on you. I care, I hope you know that."

"If you cared so much then why didn't you speak up for me?" Is what Magnificence wants to say but that's going to lead to an argument and the last thing she needs is to be on bad terms with a trained killer who's currently holding a large axe so instead she says, "I'm just annoyed, that's all. It's not a big deal."

"It seems like a big deal," Cyra's correct, and it almost makes Magnificence want to open up but she can't because—

"Girls, get over here," Ludo calls from the distance and the two of them run past a few houses to reach him, Magnificence mildly annoyed, "Hesson's going to elaborate on what happened."

All he said was that Meridian was dead and District Eleven killed her when he returned from the Cornucopia earlier that day. But he looked extremely mad about it and Magnificence was even able to feel slightly bad for him as he sat on the ground and pouted for several hours, not wanting to elaborate more on the matter. Of course though, Magnificence feels worse for Meridian since she was the one who was dead and as bad as Hesson felt, she surely felt worse.

"No need to make a whole production out of it," Hesson grunts, finally getting up from his spot on the ground once Magnificence and Cyra enter the house, "But essentially, shit went down once y'all left me."

He goes on to explain the atrocities, how the Elevens pinned Meridian to a wall and stabbed her through the throat like she was nothing to them (well, she was nothing to them, but so was killing her). Hesson explained that the black eye that was swelling was from the boy, and it probably wasn't infected but that didn't mean that it was painless. The fury in his voice the more he rambled was palpable, his voice raising several times, Ludovicus instructing him over and over again to quiet himself since heavens forbid somebody hear them.

"And then they told me to sleep with one eye open," Hesson sighs at the end of his rant, "It was so weird, they could've killed me then and there but they just didn't. And part of me wanted to try to get them, but I was just so paralyzed, I couldn't f'in do anything."

Nobody could comfort him, all the Pack could do was stare at Hesson with awe and confusion until Ludo finally says, "So they're our biggest threats then?"

"That's what I've been fucking trying to tell you since training," Hesson stood and started pacing, "I've been trying to tell you that they're responsible for half the deaths in the bloodbath and now they're fucking out to get us."

Magnificence butts in again, "Except the girl from Eight, who like I said, killed the boy from Seven." If everyone's listening to Hesson there's no reason they shouldn't listen to her, or at least they would if they had even an ounce of respect for her.

"Will you fucking drop that?" Hesson scoffs, even angrier than he was during his rambling, "You're acting like a toddler is a threat to us when there's two other trained killers running about. Or at least I think they're trained. And they killed Meridian, who was supposed to come in forth."

"Predicted placements are bullshit," Cyra points out, "I'd think you'd share that opinion since you obviously think you have what it takes to win this thing."

"And Ludo does?" Hesson rebuts and Ludovicus looks genuinely upset, "It's a moot fucking point. What matters is the Eleven girl has a good chance of outlasting us unless we do something about her and her little buddy."

"What do you think we should do, genius?" Ludo laughs, scratching the back of his neck, "Should we just find them? Should we just wander around like morons looking for them? Do you think that's a good use of our time?"

Magnificence wants it to stop, she wants their arguing to cease because it's so loud and so pointless and still nobody is speaking up for her and she feels like shit, "Can we please stop fighting?" She says softly.

Only Cyra hears her, but she's enough, "Thank you M, I agree."

"What did she say?" Hesson cocks his head at them, "Does she actually have an idea or is she just going to sit around and spread lies?"

"I know you're not scolding me for lies," Magnificence suddenly recalls Hesson's history, the way he was always second to his brother and how it was rather suspicious that he was here instead of him. She's never doubted it before but as his accusations get obnoxious she finally reprimands him, "I mean… I'm not lying, but I also wouldn't go out and say lies are so awful when Alaban suddenly didn't Volunteer after being at the top for years. You think I'm an idiot, Hesson? You think I don't know that you probably had something to do with that?"

"Fuck you," He slams his fist against the table and walks back to his corner.

And Magnificence sheds a single tear. Nothings gotten better and if anything she just feels worse. Cyra stands behind her and rubs her shoulders as she begins to sob yet Magnificence is still the angriest she's felt in her life.

Checkers Chopin. 15.
District Eight Tribute.
The Red Forrest, East. 20:00.

They feel out of place as they walk through a forrest with Otto's leg in their hand. Checkers Chopin knows they shouldn't be alive, they should be dead with their friends back at the Cornucopia, wherever that is. And it's surreal too. It's almost like they're walking through a dream, well a nightmare more like. They don't feel threatened or anything either, oddly enough they feel like they'll be safe for the night. But what does that even matter since they've already had the worst day of their life?

Panem's anthem plays and Checkers sits on the dirt ground, time to find out if I actually killed him. Deep inside, Checkers knows that Seven is dead and they're the reason why, but they've been spending the day trying to forget that, or at least compartmentalize the memory of the leg swinging against his temple again and again because truth be told it still doesn't feel real to Checkers. They've focused on getting as far away as possible because if they had something to set their sights on then it meant they wouldn't have to think about the fact they're probably a murderer. And for the most part it worked, or at least it did until Checkers knew it was time for them to be confronted with the truth.

A photo of the boy from Three displays against the stars. Checkers didn't know him yet they still sympathize over the fact he's dead and they aren't. It's not that Checkers wants to be dead per say, they love being alive, they just question why they're not dead. It doesn't make sense.

The girl from Four also seems to have died which is shocking since she's a Career and Checkers knows they're supposed to be good at the whole Hunger Games things. Maybe the bloodbath was a dream then, it had to be if they're alive and an entire Career is dead. Nothing makes sense anymore.

It makes less sense when Curie's face replaces the girl from Four's. Innocent, creative Curie who couldn't do anything wrong is dead. Yet they're still smiling in their photo and their smile is so full of life that Checkers almost thinks they're with them now. But they're not. Checkers is on the ground and Curie's… wherever dead people go. And now Checkers has to live without them.

Otto's face smiles the same and Checkers rubs their leg. It's all they have left of him now, all Checkers has left of their entire alliance. Of the only friends they'd ever have. They feel bad for complaining about Otto too just moments before he died, even if they were trying to be polite when they spoke to him, because now Otto's dead with memories of Checkers possibly being rude to him.

Then Checkers closes her eyes, they know what's probably coming next and they still want to deny it. They'll deny it forever if they have life their way since Checkers Chopin refuses to be a murderer and be put on the same scale as the Careers, as Seven too since he killed Otto so mercilessly. Checkers refuses to accept that reality.

I… I couldn't have killed him. I'm not a murderer, I'm not a bad person and only bad people kill other people. He's alive, Seven is alive and well and I didn't kill him I just hurt his leg which is bad but not nearly as bad as killing him. Seven is fine, I'm not a killer. Deny, deny, deny, deny, deny, deny, deny. My friends may be dead but Seven isn't and it's not because of me either. I deny it. Deny, deny, deny.

Yet something compels Checkers to open their eyes anyways, and when they do, Seven is staring at them and he's smiling, almost like he's taunting them for killing him. It's like they're staring in Checkers' soul and saying, "You really think you're tough kid? You're a monster for killing me, you know that, right? Fuck you."

Checkers brain flashes back to several hours ago when Seven was on the ground. It feels like an out of body experience, the memories replaying as Seven pleads for them to stop yet they keep going and they keep yelling and Checkers has no idea who they're watching. They're not looking at themself, they can't be. Checkers Chopin can't be a murderer, a killer, a weirdo, a monster.

Deny, deny, deny.

But it's no use as Checkers remembers what Seven's body reminded them of. They remember when they were younger and they'd just gotten home from school. It sucked, because school always did for Checkers, but they were so excited to see their father and show them the painting they'd made of a rainbow shoe. Googles' door was closed but Checkers opened it and ran in anyways, only to drop the painting on the floor once they saw their father.

He was dead, cold, lifeless and pale. Like he wasn't alive to begin with, just so utterly gone. Checkers couldn't even cry at first. All they could do is walk over to their father and hold his light hand and whisper into his ear, "I love you."

The image was burned into Checkers mind as hard as they tried to get rid of it, and the only thing that was as bad was the thought of the Seven boy seeing Googles in heaven and yelling, "Your child killed me."

Checkers could never say their father's proud of them again. Checkers failed him when they swung the leg against Seven's kneecaps.

Checkers failed everyone. They imagine their mother shielding Slinky's eyes as Checkers striked and saying, "That's not your sibling. I don't know who that is."

And then Lavender Chopin probably turned off the screen and lamented about how her eldest child was just as gone ad her husband. Poor Slinky was probably so confused yet there's nothing he could have done, because Checkers' failed him too.

They failed Jo, who's face is in the sky and he's also smiling. He doesn't know what Checkers did, none of their allies do, and now Checkers feels they lied to them. They put on this mask of a happy-go-lucky kid when in reality they're anything but. They're just… so terrible. Yet the Capitolites are probably applauding Checkers' monstrosity. They probably admire Checkers now because whatever they did, it was good entertainment. And that's all they care about, not Checkers' feelings, just the fact they have people glued to the screen. Checkers is their pawn without even trying, but they won't kill again.

The anthem plays again and Checkers sighs, glad it's finally done with. They feel something slimy on their hand which is on the ground so they look to see a spotted frog. It's green with black spots and Checkers finds themself oddly transfixed by it. They use their finger to stroke against the frog's smooth skin before getting up to run away and find somewhere to stay for the night.

Yet the frog follows Checkers, making noises and prompting them to turn around every few seconds to see the little thing just hopping around on the ground without a care in the world. It's almost like the frog is trying to be Checkers' friend, which annoys them because nobody can replace their real friends, definitely not this little thing, and they're even crying as they see the hopeless creature.

It's almost as hopeless as they feel.

So Checkers sits again and the frog hops into their lap instantly. They flash their broken smile at the critter which just opens its mouth and croaks. It's a simple little thing, yet Checkers finds themself in awe, even if it is a smidge annoying. The frog hops on Checkers face, causing them to flinch and be a bit worried before they realize that it's just washing away their tears. Oddly wholesome.

They cup the frog in their hands and place it on their shoulder, "I think I'll call you Tissue," They laugh for the first time all day, "Because you wiped away my tears."

Then Checkers continues to walk but at least now they're not alone.

Sable Hayashi. 18.
District Seven Female.
The Red Forrest, East. 21:30.
TW: Mentions of child abuse.

She still can't get over the way Bonnie laughed when she saw Aux's face in the sky.

"What a dumbass," She'd laughed at the District Three boy as she sat with Sable on the trunk of a fallen tree, "I bet he got killed looking for me or something."

"I bet," was all Sable responded. She didn't know what she was supposed to say to Bonnie's rude comments, all she knew was that she was positively disturbed by them and even more disturbed by Bonnie as an individual. Sable couldn't believe she'd been so smitten with her, since Bonnie just kept getting worse and worse and she certainly wasn't the girl Sable liked anymore.

She was almost as despicable as Sable's parents.

Sable's parents who'd wanted a son their entire life, basically ignoring her three older sisters the same way they ignored her when she was born at the same time as Gio who was everything they'd ever wanted even if she came at the same time as her absolute mess. Even at birth, Sable had never felt wanted, and Bonnie who she thought would change that only made her feel worse.

Because at least at home their wasn't any pressure. Sable could just pretend she was fine, didn't mind all the abuse she was put through since "that's just part of being a girl," or whatever shit justification she provided on any given day since dealing with the fact she was treated poorly was too much. It wasn't like her sisters gave a damn, and they were all older by Sable by at least twelve years. They were on the quieter side, but they seemed fine. So Sable was determined to emulate that "fine," since they seemed to be okay. Looking back, they probably pitied Sable more than anything, braiding her hair at first and acting like mothers before the abuse drained them and even they didn't have time for her.

So that was all Sable knew, being neglected by everyone related to her and sitting criss-cross applesauce on a chair in one of the dining rooms of the Hayashi Manor, eating dinner alone and staring at the exquisite drapes on the walls. Only the candle provided light, as her parents liked it dark, probably so nobody would see when they hit her. She resorted to crying into her pillows, stuffed animals her only friends, and even when she grew, she was never quite as tall as her parents seemed to be.

Sable was eleven when her sisters left to be happy and married to men. But that didn't really matter since her house wasn't a home even before they were gone.

Everything felt shallow, her father yelling and hitting and her mother turning into a dejected shell of a woman who ignored her surroundings and just overall didn't give a damn in the slightest about her children. She was basically dead as the years went by, and not because she was sick, just because all the life wife sucked out of her. Whenever she spoke to her mother, it was like Sable was basically just talking to a brick wall.

Yet she wasn't half as bat as her father who's always scold her and hit her and curse and say he wished she was more like Gio because who the hell's going to like a weird girl who just sits around and writes poetry all day. She closed herself off even more just writing and painting and trying to forget everything bad, only really talking to Gio. She'd write stories and poems about how she wished she was in a better place, yet whenever her grandma visited she assured her she was, "just fine."

That wasn't enough for Datsuri Hayashi though, and after witnessing a particularly gnarly fight, she took Sable to live with her. They were fifteen then, and they hadn't looked back since. Perhaps the worst part of the whole ordeal was that her parents didn't argue about it, they just let Sable go. They didn't need her, they never had.

They argued when Gio tried to leave a few days later, because of course he was important, but Sable was trash to them.

And Sable's trash to Bonnie.

"You know, I can't believe Lumi survived the bloodbath," Bonnie says, they still haven't left the log they were sitting on as they watched the faces in the sky.

"What do you mean?" Sable can already tell that whatever Bonnie says next will be wildly offensive.

"I thought for sure a Career would rip her head off," She laughs, like Lumi's life is as worthless as Aux's was, "Again, you saw how weird she acted during her interview."

Again, that was why Sable felt bad for Lumi and wished she'd stayed in their alliance because she needed to feel protected and the more she went on the more she wished the two of them had somehow kicked Bonnie out.

"Good for her though," Sable tries to rationalize with Bonnie which is really quite absurd of her, "Just because she's not our ally doesn't mean we have to hate her."

"Oh I'd hate her if I were you," Bonnie raises one of her eyebrow, "I forgot to tell you what Lumi said about you."

Whatever Bonnie's about to say, Sable's positive it's going to be a lie. It's just a matter of whether or not she lets to get under her skin, "Oh?"

"She said she's in love with me and you make her jealous," Bonnie laughs, scratching her nails against the bark, "I know right, she's crazy for that. She was going on about how you're a predator and you're stealing me from her and how she's just so jealous. Really, it was crazy how much she hates you because she loves me. She said you were so creepy."

It does in fact get under Sable's skin. Even if Lumi didn't really say that about her, Bonnie did, which means there's a part of Bonnie that thinks she's a predatory creep. And that especially hurts Sable because she's always been petrified of being a creep. When she wrote the poems about Linnea she was afraid that if somebody saw them they'd think she's a pervert. Everything she's heard negative about girls who love other girls relate back to the fact they're perverted and nasty and Sable's determined to not be like one of them. She's never thought of herself to be a pervert or a creep, but if Bonnie thinks so then other people probably do and everybody probably thinks Sable Hayashi is a predator. She's too disturbed for love.

"Do you…" Sable says, her voice soft and vulnerable, "You don't think I'm creepy, right?"

"Of course not," Bonnie laughs and playfully hits Sable's cheek, "If I thought you were creepy then I wouldn't ally with you."

Bullshit excuse. Calling her creepy is just Bonnie's way of wearing her down so that she can kill her eventually and laugh while it happens. It's her way of dehumanizing Sable to the extent that she smiles when she sees her face in the sky. And maybe it's smart of her; maybe Bonnie's wise for taking advantage of somebody who looks like a meek and innocent farm girl. It should work, yet Sable won't let Bonnie's emotional manipulation get her. She'd rather rot in a fire than choke under Bonnie's words, her lies and wicked way of not giving a damn about people. All Bonnie Byrd cares about is herself. She's just like Sable's father.

"I appreciate it," Sable pretends to be as desperate as she used to be for Bonnie, "You're so good to me."

She hopes she isn't going overkill with the compliments but Sable also doesn't want her to know that she knows she's being played games with. She needs to act innocent and naive until the moment is right and then Sable will get her revenge for all the atrocities Bonnie committed against her heart. And when Bonnie's dead, it'll be like her father's the same. Because Dorvel Hayashi never cared and that means Sable doesn't have to care when she metaphorically slaughters him. She was born dead to him anyways. It's just a matter of Sable working up the nerves to stand up for herself in front of Bonnie, and she hopes she'll be able to. She hopes she'll be able to put an end to the gaslighting and the machevillian words and all the pain she never should have felt when she went to the Capitol. The Games should be for physical pain not emotional, goddamnit.

"So are you," Bonnie winks and Sable does her best to not roll her eyes, "Give me a kiss, pookie?"

Sable sighs, "Of course."

She scoots herself closer on the branch until she reaches' Bonnie. She wraps her arms around her waist and presses her lips against hers.

But this time, Sable kisses Bonnie with her eyes open.

Lobo Kallenbach. 18.
District Ten Male.
The Red Peak. 23:01.

The grounds are shaking around Lobo as he grabs Hennessy who grabs Danika who grabs Silvana. They're all by a volcano and sure it isn't filled with lava that high and they doubt it'll erupt on them, but Lobo's afraid. He ran away from the village with his allies because he could have sworn he heard noises and he didn't want to get his ass handed to him quite yet, but he's beginning to think this volcano won't be much better for him.

"If we somehow fall into this bitch and die then I'm going to fucking kill you all," Silvana pouts and Lobo laughs at her because they're actually pretty far from inside the volcano, the ground shaking is just admittedly a wee bit jarring. He doesn't think it's coming from the vessel though, which could be worrying.

Lobo's been worried all day though. It started when Garrick just up and died at the hands of that little girl, and since then Lobo hasn't calmed down. His allies, his friends tried to calm him down and say Garrick's death wasn't his fault, but he's stubborn and won't mentally listen to them even if he verbally said he's fine now.

It's just that… Lobo can't help but feel like a crutch in the alliance since he's one of the shortest and he's skinny and he doesn't know how to do anything but tell stupid jokes that they probably dont actually think are funny and are just pitying him for. He's a walking sacrifice waiting to be made, even if he's forced into it since there's no way he'll be useful even for jokes once the numbers start to thin. He can already feel them laughing less at him when he tries to bring up the mood, instead just staring at him and awkwardly chuckling as to give him the validation he's always craving, especially now.

The shaking gets more aggressive as minutes go by and none of them really know where they're going. Perhaps the alliance just wants to be safe, no real goal in front of them and none behind them either. That's valid too. Staying alive is good enough a goal for Lobo, even if he's afraid he's going to lose his grip several times.

"Attention Tributes," A robotic female plays through the arena speakers after several more minutes of the ground shaking and Lobo getting slightly nauseous, "Congratulations on surviving the first day of the 51st Annual Hunger Games. I trust your families are all extremely proud of you, and everyone here outside of the arena is cheering you off."

"Oh, shut the fuck up," Hennessy chuckles, provoking chuckles from Silvana and Danika.

"You have all done ample exploring for the day, but this part of the arena will be closing shortly," The voice continues to speak, Lobo growing confused, "If you head south, you'll see the mountain which will lower into the next portion of our arena."

He turns to see a glowing mountain and assumes that's what the voice is referring to, "And if I were you, I'd take this journey quickly, since you don't want to be here when the inferno strikes and destroyed this portion of the arena."

"The fuck is an inferno?" Silvana laughs, "Danika, you're smart, you tell me."

"It's like a tornado but it's made of fire," She replies and squeezes onto her hand.

"Shit," Silvana smirks, "That's scary, let's get the fuck out of here then."

"That was the plan," Lobo coughs twice and then addresses the group, "Otherwise we're going to die and I trust none of us want that."

"Well…" Hennessy shrugs and then chuckles, "Nah, I'm kidding dying doesn't seem swell right now."

They let go of their hands and start running for the glowing mountain, trying not to trip over the rocks. Silvana's holding their communal knife in case another Tribute approaches them, and Hennessy on the watch for said other Tributes. Lobo's not the fastest runner but he sure is trying his best just like he always does.

He wonders what his family is thinking as they watch him trek through the inevitable hellfire. His parents tend to go to bed early, Lobo's sure their worry for him has kept him awake. He's always had good parents, and thats not something many people can say so he's grateful for it. His sister Maeve too, she's probably watching with her friends. If Lobo gets home safely he's going to spend more time with her for sure. It's something he's always regretted.

And then of course, there's the boys and Lobo can just picture them in the basement screaming, "Run Lobo, Run!" He bets they all went feral for him when he shouted them out in his interview and they're all so proud of him now. They're all rooting for him, and that's a nice prospect. Maybe Mia and Weston are also rooting for him. Maybe everyone is rooting for Lobo Kallebach. The Capitolites seemed to like him so that certainly bodes well for him.

The ground shakes more though, and Lobo pukes on the ground as his stomach swells with dread, no choice but to laugh at himself since of course he'd be the fucker who somehow vomits on the rocks of a volcano during the Hunger Games. He's always prided himself in shattering expectations.

He wipes the puke from his lips and giggles when Hennessy asks, "Did you actually just throw up just now?"

"Fuck yeah!" Lobo's slaphappy and giggly since it's the best way for him to stay optimistic.

Finally, he approaches the glowing mountain and he takes a deep breath, his allies doing the same.

"Let's fucking go!" Lobo says as the mountain lowers deeper and he's finally safe enough to climb over.

He's done it. Lobo Kallenbach's survived the first day of the Games and he already knows he'll do the same for the next.

Limbo. Everyone is indecisive from time to time.

But sometimes it kills you.

Sometimes the choices you make destroy you before you even make them. So you're stuck in Limbo, stuck not knowing what to do until you're gone.

And there's times where people go their whole life without committing to something. They live trapped in a lie, trapped being unfaithful to themselves and everyone around them.

Don't let that be you.

Jason Andrew Relva by Green Day