I'm Ready.
I shouldn't be, but I am. I'm ready to jump again, perhaps it's a fucking curse, because I have absolutely no explanation for this. Doesn't the saying goes, Once bitten, twice shy?.
Well, here I am. Thrice bitten, and not absolute fucking shy.
Perhaps I understand, it's me, my body, my actions and inactions, I understand, but it's still annoying, the way I am.