something about today made it the worst in recent memory
even people at work who semi-know me commented on me being "out of it"
so I went home early. then just fucking lost it. for a good hour or so
and then practice was just the perfect end to a perfect day
if there is any truth to waking up on the prodigal wrong side of the bed, it was today
I have no time for myself. I am not doing what I want to be doing
I am not who I want to be
September 3, 2006
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