Where is my protective case? Where did I put that damn thing? Seems like I've shed my shell, and I'm not sure it's for the best. I want to regress, I need to retreat. The shelter of the past has receded from my grasp, and I'm scared, goddammit, I'm terrified. I'm mad, too, because I hate acting like a fool. And that's all I seem to do anymore, from my point of view. I can't keep my head on straight, can't keep my cool. Well, it's time that things changed, that's what I'm going to do. Gonna get my act together, gonna be one instead of two.
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