6.9.07
Plinque - Plonque
A bit of rain... And a bit of beer... And a lot of me.
I think I've already written this somewhere. Probably more than once.
All my fears are really one. Only one. If I overcome it, and I must, I shall not go on to be happier, or more successful, or anything like that. The moment I overcome my one fear, I'll die. Because it is too late for anything else. There might've existed a time when it was not so, but that time is long gone.
I want to stop being afraid. I really do.
I think I've already written this somewhere. Probably more than once.
All my fears are really one. Only one. If I overcome it, and I must, I shall not go on to be happier, or more successful, or anything like that. The moment I overcome my one fear, I'll die. Because it is too late for anything else. There might've existed a time when it was not so, but that time is long gone.
I want to stop being afraid. I really do.
