I really thought I was special. I thought as I grew older, I’d become more special. But I’m not. I eat more, and I know more, but I just grow worse. Is this what it means to age? To realize that you’re worthless, that you’re nothing? Acknowledging a little more every year, that I’m not that special after all? Is it like that?
Wednesday, 16 November 2011
21 .. and going up
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