"All mediocre
people can do is get drunk and forget." (The Oxford Murders)
I must admit, I am
feeling pretty mediocre today. I’m going to allow myself one more thought to mourn the conclusion of an almost decade and just get the fuck over it!
I'm young, just
trying not to stock up on so many regrets. Daunting;
which cuts deeper life or love? It's the people and circumstances
that I am subjected to that make my soul bleed black because neither, no longer deserve red. Can heaven really
wait?