If I could rub the genie lamp I’d wish for a view of how everything turns out after I exit or before. Life is tolerable. It’s true I don’t have the white picket fence that little girls dream of…when I was little I was trying to survive my reality and that left no time for dreaming of white picket stuff.
If I knew for certain this is all my life would ever be, then it would be oh so simple to say good bye. Maybe some people don’t find their soul-mates and they’re alone for ever. Or maybe I’m too fucked up to have a soul […]