"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
Wednesday, May 11, 2016
Day has barely begun, feel like going back to bed. Breakfast and banking are all I've done. Man. Second wind = yard work.
I think I'll die here, rate this is moving, which is barely. Should have sold out and hit the road years ago.