Sunday, January 29, 2012

Disillusioned

I get scolded so much that it no longer paralyses me.

There are some kind people, but not nearly enough.

I am always tired, and often short-tempered.

Men have really disappointed me.

I have everything I want, so why do I feel this way?



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The world is littered with unfinished visions, and is not life such a vision? And is not the finishing of any thing a little death?

--Darksong