games . . .
while the last week has not been what my ideal would be, it has been better than my pessimism believed. i've been feeling good, at least about that. feeling confident and comfortable.
i don't want to play games. i look back and can't quite figure out how i ended up in such a big one. now from this distance, i don't want it. i thought it was over. a draw. shake hands, hug, kiss. done. but now i feel like i'm being pressed for overtime.
and i just don't want to play. i'm trying not to.
but it's hard, now that i'm going to go to sleep. inevitably, i will first lie there awake, analyzing this to bits.
i don't want to play games. i look back and can't quite figure out how i ended up in such a big one. now from this distance, i don't want it. i thought it was over. a draw. shake hands, hug, kiss. done. but now i feel like i'm being pressed for overtime.
and i just don't want to play. i'm trying not to.
but it's hard, now that i'm going to go to sleep. inevitably, i will first lie there awake, analyzing this to bits.