I don't even know. We'll see how tomorrow goes.
Edit: Rather poorly apparently. Sometimes my lack of ability really just makes me question things. Why is it that it seems as though I don't love something when I'm not good at it? In fact, do I really know if I even love it? I say that I do, I believe that I do, but as I've harshly experienced in the past, I oftentimes can't trust my own thoughts. How do I know what's real, and what I've deluded myself into accepting?
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