Tuesday, February 10, 2009
31
Still waiting. Waiting for something to happen. Waiting for someone to come. Wish it were 35 instead. Or 40. Or 45. What am I waiting for? I am tired of repetition. Year after year the same grievance. Do not know why I insist on postponing death.
"I know I'll say something that's halfway clever but mostly shallow and probably inaccurate on some level. Then you'll pity me for having been born." Don DeLillo, Cosmopolis
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