rerun.

don't want to? of course not.

i have learn not to set hopes on such high a shelf. the bull in the shop will just knock it over and dash it.

i am disappointed. mostly in myself. looks like another year of leering at kitschy commerciality.

i need to learn to stop wallowing and get over myself, but i thought i had left all that and more behind when i met you.

"oh, when're you gonna get back up?"