Saturday, March 14, 2009

It started as an exercise in growth, and then ironically it become a blatant instance of mockery and self-loathing.

Dear year-ago-self,

You are the bane of my existence. Hope it was good back then, that you were having lots of sex, being treated to hot dates, and that you appreciated it for what it was worth!  And that concludes the very brief and futile walk down memory lane.  I should probably stick to the here-and-now to avoid any further jolts to my fragile state of sanity.  Was the dimple thing necessary?  [super gross.]

Your older, embittered present self,


1 comment:

indiana.girl said...

Ah, good ol' hatred of the past self...I know it well. :)