Good

I've been told I'm obsessive. Prideful, as well, but more obsessive. What do you think?

Actually don't answer that.

Are you obsessed with being good too? I can't tell if I actually care if I'm good or if other people think I'm good.

I don't know if there's a difference. Mama took to the mirror and chopped off her hair like Sampson's whore after the incident with the priest. She said it was good and right and just but nobody else seemed to think so.

I'm sorry to have dragged you down with me. Under the surface, I don't have to care about good, I'm good if I don't drown.

I think I would have the humility to take a hand that was offered to me. Mama says I don't, but I keep telling her that I'll prove that I do. Somebody just needs to offer me a hand.