18 November 2011

Languidly Disconsolate

I feel like I'm going fucking insane. Seriously.

Life has been shit for a while now.

I keep checking my phone like it has answers. Like it will somehow provide a satisfying escape but instead just find myself checking my email or facebook for the umpteenth time.

And on the wings of a funeral I get a call that will change everything. I was nervous with anticipation but now am just pretending it's not happening.

And sure, I'm scared. It's a good opportunity, isn't it? Isn't it? I say that with hesitation. Because everything about this future I'm embracing seems wrong.

Everything except the price tag.

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