Excuses sicken me, and the only things that sicken are things you consume. Even smells are small particles of the thing. Habits sicken me, and losing them does. Either way it feels as though you have lost something, whether free will or good things to sicken. I don't know what to say sometimes. I don't know what to say a lot of the time. I can say I am sorry but I'm not. I've gotten into the habit of not feeling anything I can't fix. I think that's the only reason we have feelings. I would like to go prison to find time to write a book. I wouldnt be able to fix anything in there. I wouldn't feel at all.
-Citron
-Citron
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