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| minchka |
so at this point in time, i believe, everyone Knows Their Future. my crystal ball suddenly clouds and nights i spend awake frantic with failure and entirely alone 'tis not as worse as this looming fear of unsuccess but bad enough as it is. could you ever imagine that i would have nobody to talk to? 'you are much loved' who will love me if i'm not accomplished enough, talented enough smart enough this is not what i planned not what is supposed to happen at all i wish i belonged somewhere i wish my paths were less tangled i wish i could, for once, be still and peaceful |
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