Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Unkillable Year

I'm glad there's an extra day this month. When the Doomsday Clock is counting down, every extra minute is precious.

My thoughts are clouded with revenge.

I've sacrificed a lot. I've dropped off the map. I've gone without. For what?

For something I've been focused on since I was a child.

For a fucking dream.

People don't see you for a spell, they write you off. Out of sight, out of mind, out of the running. Doesn't matter how hard you've been working, how many projects you've nurtured to the brink -- if no one can see your work, it doesn't really exist.

Everything is about to change...


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