Tuesday, March 3, 2009

I'm sick, you're tired; let's dance.

Too many obstacles.
Too many excuses.

I let everything hold me back.

I'm not in any position to feel desperation.. But I do.
I feel my spirit withering away.

My mother is a parasite.

3 comments:

Thomas Atkins said...

you know they have medication for those things......like flea medicine.

Hazelrah said...

Cute.

Jen said...

Break free little Debbie - don't let her win.