I’m scared about tomorrow, not in some rhetorical or philosophical way, just scared. Tomorrow I have to face up to a stupid and careless mistake I made.
I’m not running away from anything, I have to take what’s coming to me.
In hindsight I could blame a dozen people or circumstances for my actions, but they were my actions and no one else’s.
I’m scared for the worst and worried about the least that will happen to me.
My Father used to say that tomorrow never comes, I bet it’s here before I’m ready for it.
