Everytime the end of Seinfeld is coming, it's hurting me inside. Like a broken heart. I could cry. And the same question arrise: Why? Say it isn't true!! And I believe that after five years, when there sentence is over, they will start again, like a big pause. But I know that isn't true. It's over, and we are here living a dream. Keeping the hope alive. but we al know, we have no money, no women, no prospects or anything on the horizon, or any actyion at all. Do we have any conceivable reason for even getting up in the morning? Besides the daily news.
Shouldn't I be out on a ledge somewhere?
Shouldn't we be out on a ledge somewhere?
I'm sorry, it's the mood when the end is near. I feel a disruptance in the force of Seinfeld.