Trust Instinct. I've been trying hard to fight that this last week. I'm at the point now where I can't fight myself anymore because I know that he can't give me what I need.
Realization...not rationalization. "I have truth on my side. You only have deceit."--You'll See [Madonna]
The flaky boy called last night. What does he think I'm going to do? Backflips? I tried to be nice, but I've spent too much time there.
Where the fuck am I at 25 1/2? And where am I going?
j.r.me
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
