A collection of consciousness with a side of mashed potatoes
Thursday, January 8, 2009
I may be too tired for this.
Too ineffectual to redeem my spot.
Just look, really try. for me. Because I hate this shit. Apologizing is like groveling.
Why can't you just meet me half way?
Must you always make me feel ridiculous?
It's not you, of course.
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