The BlahBlah
I feel like I'm always complaining. There's always something wrong with me. I'm sad, I'm hurt, I'm angered, I'm jealous, I'm lonely; I can't do it; It's not good enough; I'm tired. I know the answer is simple, the path is right in front of me; I just have these hindering gloves that are thwarting my attainment of correctness. Maybe not so much correctness but happiness, a type of fulfillment in my state of being, my life on my own in a way. Dreaming shouldn't be prevalent over doing.
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2 comments:
Oh my gosh. You are so rude and insensitive.
mom? is that you?
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