I just can't seem to shake the habit of disappointing everyone around me and myself.

I'm in QLD but I can't escape myself even if I hold my breath underwater and wait for the light to come in from between the cracks in my slowly opening eyes.

I am not built to look after myself and that disappoints everyone.
I just spent three days with my mother and I just can't shake the fear.

This week is a mess. A complete shit fight.

2 comments:

rhymes with pony said...

sounds disappointing.
Don't worry no one will remember when we are all dead. And possibly not even next year. whichever comes first.

pen said...

I know that feeling well

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