mutiny

There are days when I can't help but look at most everything optimistically, and there are days when I am bitter towards the world. Most days I'm more than content. Today... Is not one of those days.

I feel like I'm a sitting duck. Floating in a pond. Killing time. Waiting to get shot at. My perspective of everything has changed dramatically in such a short period of time. I could go on about this forever, but I think I'll stop. Let's just say... no, let's not.







I don't know what's worse... Not having anyone to say goodbye to, or not having anyone care you're gone.