onepissedoffcancer:

And then there’s that thing where, if you were slowly losing your sight, there might’ve been something you could’ve done to stop it. Or at least, slow it down even more.

Sometimes, I do think it’s bad to dwell on the past. But then something just comes up and makes things fucking difficult and you just want to throw everything out because it seems pointless. Ugh.

-You shake your head, you’ve been enough of a downer. But as you listen to her request, you can’t help but snicker a bit under your breath.-

Do you really think you can handle my annoying voice for the entirety of a book?

Maybe.  In any case, there’s no use postulating “what ifs”.  It’s gone for good, and I’ve proven that I can live without it.

I know the feeling, Karkat.  Believe me.  But ultimately, I don’t think it does anything but continue to make one feel worse.  It’s not to say that I’ll ever forget what happened to me, but I have to make peace with what happened eventually.

You open your eyes again, expression blank as your gaze travels sightlessly across the room.

You overestimate the degree to which your voice is annoying, and underestimate the degree to which the screen-reading software’s voice has begun to grate after four years of using it.