I had one of those days today when I feel like I must be broken or something. Just mad, really, that I'm not perfect. Perfection. Anyone else waiting around on her? Elusive. Seductive. I mean, I've cried major tears over this. Worked myself up over it. And of course I think everyone around me is at least closer to it than me. If not there already. Well, I'm tired. God, alone, is perfect. I'd like to stop trying to be God now.
been waiting around on perfection
seeking it at times
cup of coffee
reckon i might rest a spell