and i can't wait to climb out of this shell. the coughs constantly numb my feeble voice. its almost over. i have never felt so shitty in a while. at least i am getting something accomplished. I can't wait for tomorrow so i could do it again. temporary pain for some happiness.
somethings never change.
I am more than I know myself to be. I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion
