That's what it was.
I feel... I feel worried. Worried. About? Don't rightly know. It just feels like every time something that might be good falls into my lap I have to dissect it and be sceptical about it and just see where it's going to end.
Like this: I feel worried that I don't feel. Stupid, innit?
I don't understand how you are supposed to work. How people are supposed to work. How you are supposed to feel if you are not a total fucking freak and a monster.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
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