my work calendar has been mocking me.
phrases such as 'the universe isn't required to fall in line with your will' (maybe not - but shouldn't i at least get a shot?) and 'when your dreams turn to dust, vacuum' (this one really, really hurt. but at the end of the day, what else can we do? the scariest thing is that i can't say that it's wrong.
misguided and harsh and cruel, maybe. but not wrong).
tomorrow's, i have memorised. i might not be in work but i still know what it would say if i was there.
'bravery is when noone knows you are afraid'.
by that definition, i'm a coward.
but who gives a crap. i don't care if my calendar thinks i'm a wimp.
i want my baby back.
but i can't bring it back through sheer force of will.
(i can't accomplish a lot of things through sheer force of will. not fair.)
i'll just keep on doing my best.
what else can i do?