bleahhh;
the last hurrah
& Wednesday, May 3
' A fine line separates the weary recluse from the fearful hermit. Finer still is the line between hermit and bitter misanthrope '
really?
the piano that shouts regret, over and over again. but we cant beat up ourselves now can we? after all the 'encouragements' that poured out from the mouth saying come on, do something about it, maybe we had no idea how to comfort, nothing else to say. not that we didnt mean it, not that we forgot the difference between words and actions. just that we can't comprehend how huge the gap is.
maybe someday, i'll stop replacing all the 'i's with 'we's.
maybe someday, i'll play regret away.
the impeccable blacknwhites.
how nebulous.
you, amazing raconteur.
goodbye
10:44 PM