Suddenly, I’m not sure anymore.
About anything, really.
Except, in a merciless irony,
I’m not sure.
The fusion of desire and reality..
.. or in my case (Type A control freak if you’ve forgotten) ..
.. of planned and actual ..
Isn’t it rough?
I think it’s rough.
A tempted this is normal for my situation.
Even so, it doesn’t make me feel any better.
(There’s a song with lyrics similar to that, but
I’m not allowed to share them here)
I try tell myself it’ll be fun; you’ll
be able to open any door and sometimes,
I believe it.