See thru......
The thing I really hate about myself is my lack of consistency.
There are times when I’m top of the world. Everything I touch turns to gold. Problems seem irrelevant. I see things in ways that others just can’t see. I find so much to be grateful for. I enjoy the sensation of air on my face on a chilly autumn night. Or on a midsummer afternoon I can lie in the sun with my eyes closed and absorb the warmth just letting time slide by. I can lift people with my cheerfulness. Make them smile. Make their day.
And there are times like today when every single thing in the world seems to be crumbling. When everything I take for granted seems illusory. When all the foundations I rely on seem suspect. It’s times like this when I blame myself, despair of finding a soul mate, hate my job for being meaningless, wonder about where exactly I belong and why I don’t feel settled. My future seems hazy and uncertain. My self-confidence is non-existent. And I wallow in my own misery. I feel so alone, isolated, misunderstood. And I want to be by myself but I hate the sound of silence in my room and the deafeningly loud ticking of the clock in the room.
There are times when I’m top of the world. Everything I touch turns to gold. Problems seem irrelevant. I see things in ways that others just can’t see. I find so much to be grateful for. I enjoy the sensation of air on my face on a chilly autumn night. Or on a midsummer afternoon I can lie in the sun with my eyes closed and absorb the warmth just letting time slide by. I can lift people with my cheerfulness. Make them smile. Make their day.
And there are times like today when every single thing in the world seems to be crumbling. When everything I take for granted seems illusory. When all the foundations I rely on seem suspect. It’s times like this when I blame myself, despair of finding a soul mate, hate my job for being meaningless, wonder about where exactly I belong and why I don’t feel settled. My future seems hazy and uncertain. My self-confidence is non-existent. And I wallow in my own misery. I feel so alone, isolated, misunderstood. And I want to be by myself but I hate the sound of silence in my room and the deafeningly loud ticking of the clock in the room.
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I hope I don't have to go thru a big punishment.....
*me hides under my table*