Earlier tonight, a portion of myself from within said that, in part, I haven't felt this bad since the year after I graduated divinity school rejecting following in my dad's footsteps. I lived in an old, kind of barren studio apartment.
Well, "lived" might not be the right word. "Existed" might have more accuracy. Damn, I want out of here.
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Thank you for letting me look at the mirror of myself. It's very painful and real for me.
The picking is spot on.
I'm femail though.
AngelP
Pain shared can be pain halved.
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