Back to the square root of square one. I'm back at that square with new skills and memories.
I realized one thing today. I am a secondary. Not a primary. Secondary everything; never the first choice, or the first one in line. Like the person who waits around until the primaries can't be used.
Secondary sibling, son, friend, team mate, blogger, drummer, secondary everything. How sad is that?
What is it supposed to be sad? I can't tell. I really cannot. It should be a sad thing because because of me being a secondary, I myself cannot have primaries. I've tried I've tried, I've failed I've failed.
And it usually ends up with me losing touch and becoming tertiary. It's happened before it's happening now and it'll just keep going. hoorah.
Let's hope my plan works. I feel so damn sleepy now I wonder why I'm still blogging .night.
Prepare to fail, Soobs, because you failed to prepare
No comments:
Post a Comment