Monday, May 17, 2010
I don't know
pieces. broken, little pieces are all I have here. what do you have? don’t you see? you have so much more. this shouldn’t be, this isn’t fair, but nothing is fair. fair isn’t fair. unfair is fair. fair doesn’t exist. but I am still here. stuck with broken pieces. I want more. I’m stubborn. stubborn, but impatient. and this mix is really starting to frustrate me.