We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.
Monday, April 27, 2009
just waiting 'til the shine wears off
rookie mistake. i hate this miserable goddamn month.
next year, i will do it better. next time, i will do it right.
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