podeamno more sillyness
As short as it was, it meant something. Or I thought it did. I don’t know anymore.
I thought I could finally cast aside the shackles of cynicism and tread unfamiliar waters.
I don’t think I deserved to find out how I did.
So yes. Screw the world.
I’ll be fine though. I generally am. Or so I’m told. Nothing’s ever wrong with me.
Ever.
I need Aretha. And Mariah. And Whitney. And Celine.