i am a house of cards. my foundation is millimeters wide. the slightest breeze threatens to reduce me to a pile of flat paper. no matter what heights i may acheive, it is never solid. the longer i go, the more perilous my existence. this is what love is doing to me.
as an aside...i would like to die on my birthday. i have a fascination with symmetry, and i think it would be fulfilling to have my life last for an exact number of years. they say that people who are chronically ill and dying will sometimes survive longer than expected in order to see one last...christmas, for example. hopefully if i develop a serious illness, i can stretch my life out until late june.
as an aside...i would like to die on my birthday. i have a fascination with symmetry, and i think it would be fulfilling to have my life last for an exact number of years. they say that people who are chronically ill and dying will sometimes survive longer than expected in order to see one last...christmas, for example. hopefully if i develop a serious illness, i can stretch my life out until late june.