A centipede fell into my pants once.
Will I ever be exceptional at anything?
Will I ever do what I know I can do and will I do it when I know should do it?
Why is it so hard ?
Being a better me sounds delightful.
A ton of work,
but rewarding, for sure.
Or I would imagine.
This has been heavy.
This brain has't stopped.
Does not stop.
I have been like this since about 7.
Feels real, real heavy.
I always feel like I'm searching for something of immense importance. Something significa. Or I also often feel completely lost Some thing is missing in me, I guess.
I will always try to make sense of the world. I promise--even if I somday lose you--I will never stop trying to find you. I could never just give up. Apathy barely exists in me nowadays.I am ready to fist-fight myself soon and get back on track.


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you do write so fine!
R
You're a brave soul and the journey is long. You have all the heart you need to see you through.
Enjoy the road.