Tuesday, 8 February 2011

Never Mind.

Sometimes I let myself get carried away by the remote possibility that maybe, just once, something good might happen to me.
I let it fill up my head until it's all I can think about. I convince myself it could become a reality.

Then, ultimately, it all goes to pot and I end up feeling like death is the better option.

I should learn.

Fortunately, for anyone who cares, I'm not that fond of sharp objects and I struggle swallowing pills so for the foreseeable future I shall remain amongst the living and will cope with my woes by whining about them to anyone willing to spare a minute.

Unfortunately, chances are that whoever that person is will enter my mind as yet another possibility of something good happening and thus the whole cycle starts again.

On the bright side I quite like cycling.

Positives.