I'm the spout of ventriloquial disgrace.
With everything disclosed, I'm afraid all that's left for me is to hope I could breathe easy. There's no room for sarcasm today because the truth is all in the first sentence and I don't want to further thrust the blade into my viscera.
I know I'm inept and I'm sorry if I exposed myself to this mind-set. I'll bet there's no room for explanation, either. I want to but it would just add to my ineptness.
Which I know you're sick of.
Our heads do not work like blogs. There's no way of deleting what had been seen. I admit to these failures because I fear nothing is sound for me.
With everything disclosed, I'm afraid all that's left for me is to hope I could breathe easy. There's no room for sarcasm today because the truth is all in the first sentence and I don't want to further thrust the blade into my viscera.
I know I'm inept and I'm sorry if I exposed myself to this mind-set. I'll bet there's no room for explanation, either. I want to but it would just add to my ineptness.
Which I know you're sick of.
Our heads do not work like blogs. There's no way of deleting what had been seen. I admit to these failures because I fear nothing is sound for me.
