
I'm done.
I'm done.
I'm DONE.
He was always like this.
Always.
But for a while, he got better.
Now he's back.
Same old shit river.
Just Viktor again.
Paddling through it with his bare hands like it’s normal.
And I’m tired of watching it.
Tired of trying to pull him out when he keeps jumping back in.
I tried.
I really tried.
But he's just... back there again.
And I'm done going in after him.
He can send cards and letters.
But he is not allowed in my house and we will only see eachother when I'm at the GDA.
Good job, brother.