I find myself thinking of writing more than I actually do.
My life is good.
Mom is out of the hospital.
I get built up and knocked down so easy,
it makes me wonder if I'm constantly on middle ground.
I wish things didn't upset me.
I wish I could stay excited
for things that I really am excited for.
I want to be able to tell people
exactly how I feel
and probably never will.
I second guess myself,
over and over and over.
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