I feel sick.
The pit of my stomach is bothered. It’s not the pills that anguish me. I think it’s the hills. The constant journey, up then down, makes my strength wane and brings me to the ground. For a moment I feel bold, but the next I’m frozen, not from fear, but from insensibility.
~!WAIT!~ Don't read this if you haven't read part 1, Jackson and Annabel: A Contrast and part 2, Jackson and Annabel: A Crash first. This is the conclusion of the three part installment of the hipster-romance between Jackson and Annabel.
Remembering
Since we last left Jackson, he was still a self-absorbed millennial sponging off of his family and random girls for meals and attention. His dream girl, Annabel, was last seen peddling away, as he sat on the side of the road, clothes drenched with water and stained with grass.
Do not compromise.
Do not give way to debauchery. Do you think you are the first to discover what you think is enlightenment? All you’ve done is accepted moral loopholes like others before you. Can you not see that it only leads to more emptiness? This is not the way to feel whole. There is an Absolute in which you can build, breath, and believe.
Assorted Virtues 