To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more; it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
Your Mind is 86% Cluttered |
 Your mind is incredibly cluttered. You have so much going on in there, it's hard to think straight. Consider talking to a therapist. It's a good idea to sort through your thoughts, if only to see which ones are worth hanging on to. |
Made possible by Gretchen at 8:41 AM
1 comments:
Girl Me and YOu and Nicole are all in the same boat! No wonder its hard for us to get together! Our minds are so full of junk that we can't sort through it all! Anyway- I still need to come see you or vis versa. I have something for Trevor before he's grows out of it!
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