||[Feb. 16th, 2006|09:29 am]
You're spinning me around in circles...again.|
Ebb and flow, ebb and flow.
Is there a truer or more cliched analogy for this?
I really hate when cliches are true.
I also hate establishing myself as this sort of perfect-type person and then, at some point, having to reveal the truth that I am just human.
Human with an angry robot. How does that work exactly?
(hint: not very well)
Although, lately, the robot has been leaving me alone. Maybe it is as tired as me.
Or just resting up for the next battle.