Maybe someday he'll break that line of fate, maybe someday he'll escape hell. Maybe someday so will I. Maybe. But I'm not going to hope to much, hope just makes it hurt worse. There will always be someone who needs while I just want, there will always be someone like that. There always has been. They practice being needy, they have shrinks and preachers and guru and all those kinds of people to help them practice being needy, that help them perfect their helplessness. And he, and I, we don't think about being weak and needy, we just think about trying to keep them alive, and we live in hell for our efforts. Fate sees to that.
No comments:
Post a Comment