it came to past.

i realised i have to be careful now, of what i say on this blog, because there are questions i'm not ready to answer for things that could find their way here.

i did some "blog stalking" today, only to realise i was terrified of prospect, good or bad, and i needed to kill the "hope", whatever the hope may mean to me.

in any case. while I really respect the way you do things, i'm afraid i may not be good enough for you. i don't share your beliefs. i'm the one who's simply too lazy.

and self indulgent and inward looking too.

blimey.

but a deep part of me holds desire together in a paper cup.

ah well. ah well.

stop and stare.