Jan 20, 2005 21:13
I am so sick of the future, and it's not even here yet.
GET OUT!
Please don't break my contentment. I'm enjoying myself this way. I like it better this way. And there you go again. There's always more that you have to say. And I take it. The tone of your voice adds so much more weight than necessary. Your choice of words is uninspiring and I give a hollow sigh. I can't win in this struggle for power, and I don't know that I care. I don't know that I want to feel anything because of your hollow, uninspiring words. But you want so much more. And I, I'm crazy for ideals.