in your head you were.
Feelings remain the same about one chance. Kills me everytime, or gets me? Either, I suppose, will suceed.
Happier? Fitter possibly? I'm not quite sure. I'll play the next month over.

And then wait to be bottled up cage. Ha. I've lost many things that I should have in my life. No. Head. They haven't gone anyway, and I still remain to stand there scatterbrained and waiting for them to start. I am the starter, and my beginnings will help my much needed ends. Much needed.

Pointless. My better part remains with my past self. I just hope the future improves and the bacardi keeps revolving.