A nauseating day.
I.e. migraine.
So I'm gonna tag it here.
haiz, far from perfect day.
didn't do anything weird today...
glad for that at least.
the same nervous feeling all over again...
the one where you're not sure you're fully prepared for the tasks set out b4 you..
its going to be 2 very long weeks. or if you think about it...
4days of intenseness...1 day of rest...
then 4 more days of pure weight lifting and shagness.
but I guess that's all that Battle King will encompass.
And I'll come back a tougher man.
I hope.
one that someone out there is pining for.
the stuff of dreams that never happen to me.
denied, time and time again.
and with this one...
you think I'll even dare to jump?
so many inhibitions..
so much weight.
so much pain, so much pain.
last of the bunch
to be plucked.
but with all the others having wilted
the only thing I'm prepared for is to be jilted.
neither the past, present nor future
holds any promise.
I can only live on
but I'm all ready to pass on.
not that getting together would make things any better.
