i look at myself in the mirror and i barely recognize myself.
i see someone who is tired, half-dead and sad.
i see someone who is almost desperate to get out of this life and get on with another.
and then i see that tinge of fear.
the fear that can result to the ruination of just about anybody.
and i long to be rid of it.
12 dec, hurry come.
i'd be in denial if i say i don't miss you like crazy.