Monday, January 19, 2004
How Much Longer?
That's the question I've been asking all day today. How much longer? How much longer will I live? How much longer will I have to endure this sham of a life? I'm not suicidal, but the outlook of my future doesn't inspire me to want to wake up in the morning.
When things get this dark and dismal I turn to chocolate, my one consistent friend. For the first time ever, there was no consolation in our union!
How much longer must I wonder how much longer?
When things get this dark and dismal I turn to chocolate, my one consistent friend. For the first time ever, there was no consolation in our union!
How much longer must I wonder how much longer?
