Jun 16, 2005 02:11
I'm dense, so excuse it. I can't pick up on anything till it hits me in the face like a hammer. I will not make the same mistake ever, ever, ever again. I could've done it anytime, what the fuck does it matter-it fucking don't, so just fuicking fix it!
I will not let the strange fear grip me again. Goodnight so politely, as beautiful as it is, gets to be a little old and a little obvious. I will not let that happen again. Instead, it will be that moment in the darkened underpass where I think the chance had come at last, but this time, I will ask, and I will go. I will not hesitate. I have a killer instinct.