What does one do, when one knows one messed up worse than ever, for the hundredth time ?
When no alibi or excuse can possibly fly ?
When people who were eager to support you during your initial failings — tell you you failed greatly, in an…
If I believe that everybody else sucks… I suck…
If everybody else believes that I suck… Does everybody else suck ?
Why plant a seed, when it’s meant to become a weed ?
Why water a plant, when it’s meant to be devoured by ants ?
Why sing a song, when it isn’t going to be very long ?
Why lie, when everything and everybody is going to die ?