Archive for August, 1999

04 August 99

Even though I can talk with my friends about my problems and concerns, I know where I have to be to be happy, but I lack the courage to try to go there. I’m just another one of society’s morons dancing circles around my life-long goals. Sometimes I feel like I need my perfect future to get in my way and wait for me to trip. If you gave me a phone number and said “call this number and you’ll be happy forever,” I’d have an anxiety-induced heart attack before I heard the first ring.