“My mistakes are taunting meAnd I’m hanging around in my old haunts…”
Try as I might, I cannot ignore this incredible wrenching knot in the pit of my stomach. I thought I was on a roll there for a while…getting on, getting by, and as my mother always sings in her theatrics: “Que sera sera”. What else are you supposed to do when it's clear there's nothing you can do - it's up to fate, or time, or the Gods, whomever, whatever. But, I thought wrong. It was all a façade - a temporary lull in this ridiculous, insatiable, undeniable madness and all it took was a slight push in the
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I wish I could go 35 years back in time. And not marry the man I married. At times I feel like I threw my entire life away at that point.
I suppose there's always the next 35 years... to get your life back! :)
"Many of us crucify ourselves between two thieves - Regret for the past, and fear for the future"
....." and we'll drink but not to forget..."
"But to remember instead, all our happy years..." That's a great tune, great band. I have a dear friend this reminds me of. I don't know why, but when we're apart, something makes me want to start setting fires and kicking down doors...
...Damn Damn the circumstance...keep posting - i'm sure he, I mean 'your friend' reads your posts!
Yea, the chance is just as fat, as a union bureaucrat that the blog I'm writing, ain't the one he, I mean my friend, is looking at. He'd have to be pretty smart to figure out where my blog is, not too many people know about it.
Well sure i'd like to work it all out, but I know i'm not that bright.
You're brighter than you think.
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