Saturday, March 27, 2010

Doodle-me-this, doodle-me-that.

I’m feeling like an idiot right now. I wonder how I have this talent of spoiling every beautiful thing that comes my way. It is a talent, really. Not everyone can do this, mess up everything and then feel guilty about it, try to fix it and then make it worse still.

It is at times like these that I miss being a child, when things were simple; when white was white and black was black.

There is nothing I can do to undo what has been done. I guess I can be more careful in the future. That is, presuming that there is still a future left – between me and him.


  1. What you can do is not give up. dont give up on you and dont give up on him when you are sure that it is worth it.

    You'll be just fine. Good luck :-)

  2. Lo, you are indeed a child... whitw is indeed white, as the snow and the fleece of the mountain goat. Nothing is wrong, nothing is broken... it's the just the world shaping itself.

  3. @PS
    That is such a comforting thought! Thank you! :)