Saturday, July 28, 2012

Of all the promises he could keep

I don't understand why anyone would ever willingly go rummaging through a box like that. 
Really? How much do you possibly think can get fixed in an hour, let alone half of that? Maybe most of me is not ready yet, granted. But I don't see how... I mean...
You know, I don't even know. 
Again, isn't this just me having to sit with this stupid box and its spilt contents all by myself? 
What's supposed to happen between then and now? 
Why don't you tell me what to do with this mess on my hands?

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