I’ve walked ‘cross fire, I’ve called down rain. One kills guilt, the other kills pain.
I don’t know the author for sure, but it’s not mine. Couldn’t we all do with less guilt, less pain? Things have actually been much better now that I’m out of Lubbock. Been wondering lately, is not achieving one’s full potential a sin? Or worse, is this it (i.e. the best I can do)? I’ve been feeling weak (character-wise) and lonely, tired and lazy. Like I should be studying harder, like my performance would be more impressive if I was, but I just can motivate myself to do the work. Oh well. I’m a pretty high-class slacker. Guess I should learn to quit whining and suck it up.
