"You can't fix it. You can't make it go away.
I don't know what you're going to do about it,
But I know what I'm going to do about it. I'm just
going to walk away from it. Maybe
A small part of it will die if I'm not around
feeding it anymore."
How to tell a story
Tuesday, May 3, 2016
... of a morning, H leading the parade, hanging a show and behind on everything, a wreck. She can be her own worst enemy.
Will she ever figure out she's too old for this shit?