used to feel bad that i let you down.
i don’t feel anything anymore. maybe if you’d look at the hand pointing in my direction indicating shame, you’d see the four fingers pointed in your direction.
… lest your arm is twisted, which is another story. 🙂
Family, friends, children, I don’t really care. This is who I am. I can only be myself, can’t be what you want me to be; some sort of ’60s era Christian husband material bloke? d00d, I grew up reading Aldous Huxley and the lot of filthy hippys in your local library. meh
this is my home. either show some love, be nice, or piss off 🙂