I first posted this April 3. If anything, it’s even TRUER today. No matter what the fuck I do or how the fuck I look or who the fuck I am, it’s not enough of ONE or ANOTHER thing.
“So I made friends with rejection/ I’ve straightened up my spine/ I’ll change each imperfection til it’s time to drink the wine/ I toast to resurrection – but they just keep moving the line/ Please give me some direction/ CUZ. THEY. JUST. KEEP. MOVING. THE. LINE.
That’s the sad, undeniable truth.