I really wish I thought better of myself. It’s not that I don’t whisper sweet nothings to myself ever morning since I was 13. I’ve had to or I’d have ended up in little bits at the bottom of The Cliff.
Which for your information would have been a
beautiful place to die. And not where most people chose to jump (we have about
ten, being as the Blue Mountains is set up along an tourist wet dream it’s a
beauty to drive up, it’s a beaut when you get out of the car.
Not the point.
I have pretty good thoughts on myself. But better,
only my own thoughts can make me tremble.