Oh, life, you've really played the fastball on me.
Take what little sanity I have left and pull it out from below my feet.
Dare you.
And yet, as every single crutch I've had goes away, every little sparkle of a glimmer, wrought with excuse after excuse after excuse -- I'm too numb to really get mad anymore.
I take it back.
I would give anything for one week to have nothing dramatic kick me in the ass.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment