the pressure is mounting on again.
i'm afraid i'll snap.
the future falters as it moves closer.
the present quickly flies away like an arrow.
the past will remain there, quietly, for all eternity.
Are you vicariously living through me in the hope that my accomplishments will validate your mediocre life and in some way compensate for all of the opportnunities you botched?
Friday, March 26, 2004
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