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.

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