Sunday, March 15, 2009

Forgotten Slippers

If I could beat Awkwardness, I'd beat it with a steel bat until he was broken and bloody.

"Don't wish me happiness-I don't expect to be happy it's gotten beyond that, somehow. Wish me courage and strength and a sense of humor-I will need them all."
Anne Lindbergh

I cringe now as I am alone in my room and I can hear the footsteps in the hall. Pathetic, perhaps, depressed, perhaps, still conscious, most definitely.

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