Tuesday, January 11, 2011
beginning (the end)
when the fear cripples, where do you turn? flooding in queensland of biblical proportions, snowing till thy kingdom come up north, and a general lack of direction in life. what questions should one ask? why? how? the end times demonstrate themselves before us, and nobody takes heed.
i have decided that my problems stem from two halves: 50% ill-discipline, 50% dread of being cruelly exposed in every sense. that fear cripples. it stifles, it suffocates, silences.
it sure feels like a supercell has hit home.
paN!cker lost it at 11:28 pm
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