Feeling Old
I'm old. I know I don't look it, but I'm beginning to feel it in my heart. I feel... thin. Sort of stretched, like... butter scraped over too much bread. I need a holiday. A very long holiday. And I don't expect I shall return. In fact I mean not to.
3 comments:
bahaha yes i would have gotten that.
i'm trying to think of something witty to say but i must leave shortly... and ne'er return *poof*
what are you laughing about? i unburden my heart to the world... express how i truly feel and then you just laugh and talk about "getting" it...
you are not eleventy one dear friend
if you were
then i would not laugh you are right
however
i laugh because you are not eleventy one.
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