letter to the world.
dear men:
you have no power over me. i have more freedom without you. too little, possibly too late. but either way, too little. too far. horrible timing. i give you too much, i don't get enough in return. but you know, that's really my fault. i don't give any of you enough of a chance to give me anything. and the ones i am willing to give a chance are always just a bit too far. like say, across the country or across the world. sorry. i guess i'm just scared in some ways. but you know what? oh well. i'm doing fine on my own thanks.
please leave me alone to do some good in the world without you fucking it up.
thanks.
obligingly not yours,
clover.
you have no power over me. i have more freedom without you. too little, possibly too late. but either way, too little. too far. horrible timing. i give you too much, i don't get enough in return. but you know, that's really my fault. i don't give any of you enough of a chance to give me anything. and the ones i am willing to give a chance are always just a bit too far. like say, across the country or across the world. sorry. i guess i'm just scared in some ways. but you know what? oh well. i'm doing fine on my own thanks.
please leave me alone to do some good in the world without you fucking it up.
thanks.
obligingly not yours,
clover.