anything,

and all I’d have to give

to make him happy is my

heart, but this is not the

time. Not right now.

I am weary. Exhausted

of being the garden

always trampled through,

this might be a time where I do the

crushing. And I need to move–preferably

to another country.

I don’t even know what to say. I guess

I’d better get shopping.

12/23/2008