To each his own. To me my own.

To thine own self be true

It doesn’t do me good to sit and ponder life too often, because when I do so it usually makes me want to cry. And anyone who knows me knows how much I hate to cry. The massive headache and swollen frog eyes afterward always make me regret it. Psshh, like I could’ve done anything to prevent it, anyway.

The things in life I have no control over. Okay, I can’t do anything to improve our economic crisis. I can’t prevent the massive amount of crime in the world. I’m not able to do a damn thing about that oilspill disaster that appears to have no end in sight. But what seems to be the hardest pill to swallow is hearing of someone you know and care about sit back and ruin their own self. And of how it’s affecting the ones who love them most.

A countdown to self-destruct. And I cannot do or say a thing about it. I cannot interfere.


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