Wednesday, August 24, 2011

ceasing to be something old

I'm tired.
I'm weary.
I'm vexed.
I'm worn.
I'm upset.
I'm crestfallen.
I'm wretched.
I'm angry.
I'm disgusted.
I'm running out of steam.

I'm going to bed grateful that tomorrow isn't today.

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