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Friday, 1 February 2008

I was figuring it all out. My conviction would confirm what I had long suspected-that I was just not cut out for the last bit of the truth.

I am not being flippant, aren't I? I thought it was too much. I was a little melancholic but not completely without some justification. I won't talk about it. I thought I don't have to and, unless it persists.

One thing for sure now is that I could feel indignation oozing from the pores of my skin. You were so blunt that it was like you were whispering furiously to my ears.