Never enough desire, or will power, or concern. With me, it’s always easier no to. Not to do, not to care, not to say, not to go. It’s one of the qualities I dislike about myself. Being shackled by my own cowardice and indifference. I’ve been doing a lot of self-loathing, recently. I wish I didn’t have so many reasons to. Wishing changes nothing, though. I’ve known dandelions, all too well.