lucy

Walking back from work today,I saw an empty fire extinguisher lying prone on the parched grass.
It made me sad.
Not because it was lying there...
...but because it was empty.

Lately I've been looking for mayhem at every turn. I think it's because I've gotten thoroughly sick of my own face.
No matter what I do, it always looks the same to me. I've changed the outside, I've altered the inside- but no matter what I do, I'm still Lucy.
Sometimes I think the person I am is way out of the league of the person I've convinced others to see.

Sometimes I convince myself I'm the person I want to be.

I've fooled you all twice. Shame on you. But I've fooled myself for 21 years. Shame on me.

I usually pick up and leave when things get this bad for me, and then I start fresh and new and everything is okay for a while. But I have to quit that...because I'm running out of places to run.
This semi-neurotic ramble has been brought to you by intense lack of sleep, overwork, worry, and the letter B.
/end emo transmission

"Yes, your honor, I'll admit that I'm guilty, but it isn't really my fault.
You see, 10 minutes of the day, I'm a dingo...