is pitch black to me. I'm afraid to imagine, afraid to anticipate, afraid to suppose. I'm reasonably certain I don't want to be one of those people whose happiest memories are of bunking college classes, but I have such low selfesteem that I can't even think of anything going my way.
I do know that whatever I choose to do, the world will do its best to break me. And that I'll make it worse for myself by resisting.
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Now who do you think that sort of kinda hmm maybe slightly perhaps donchathink looks like?
Thursday, November 24, 2005
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