i always thought that everyone had the right to say yes, or no. at the very least, they’re supposed to be given the right and the chance to decide for themselves – to go left or skew to the right. to eat rice or noodles. to have iced tea or iced ribena. to decline an invitation, or to accept one.
you see, i always thought that I had the right to say yes, or no.
seems like i’m always proven wrong lately.
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i’m counting down the sticks. i’m counting down the ticking seconds. i’m counting down, for the straw that will surely break this camel’s back.
and hope dangles on a string. provocative. tempting. but ultimately, out of reach.
