one thing after another, after another, after another....
im just not good enough.
not good enough for college.
not good enough for photojournalism at emerson.
not good enough for any boy i happen to have a crush on.
not good enough for myself.
[thats my problem apparently. i worry about myself too much.]
not good enough for the sleep i should be getting.
not good enough for the shitty wine im drinking.
not good enough for my college roommate who needs and deserves someone a lot more in tact than i am.
not good enough for the warm bed im always guarenteed to sleep in.
not good enough for the kids that i will have some day.
[if that even happens; among all the other things contained in this list.]
not good enough for the nicotine that stains my lungs.
not good enough for the books i spent three-hundred dollars on.
not good enough for the wonderful people that live in this hall.
all i am good for is the blood that stained my jacket and the body that almost projected out of the car traveling seventy-plus miles an hour on 290 east. after what could have been a most memorable night.
key words: could, and have.
when it rains, it fucking pours.
not good enough for college.
not good enough for photojournalism at emerson.
not good enough for any boy i happen to have a crush on.
not good enough for myself.
[thats my problem apparently. i worry about myself too much.]
not good enough for the sleep i should be getting.
not good enough for the shitty wine im drinking.
not good enough for my college roommate who needs and deserves someone a lot more in tact than i am.
not good enough for the warm bed im always guarenteed to sleep in.
not good enough for the kids that i will have some day.
[if that even happens; among all the other things contained in this list.]
not good enough for the nicotine that stains my lungs.
not good enough for the books i spent three-hundred dollars on.
not good enough for the wonderful people that live in this hall.
all i am good for is the blood that stained my jacket and the body that almost projected out of the car traveling seventy-plus miles an hour on 290 east. after what could have been a most memorable night.
key words: could, and have.
when it rains, it fucking pours.