plunge.

dear diary,

if i had to do it all over again, i would've. i know i would've. and i'd be right here.
maybe.
but maybe this time, it wouldn't have went through.
maybe this time, they could have done the math better.
penciled another line of text and seen that it was impossible.
i was not qualified.
i needed a dual income.

but because i would've.
anyway.
proving some stupid principle of independence.
like hanging a red suede jacket on
a coat rack's hook.
i'd still be right here
in the midst of this big, brown, mud puddle.
wondering how
to escape the
quicksand
of it all.
without drowning.