I usually don't blog upon instinct. I take my time and figure out if I can stand behind what I want to say, even when I don't feel that way.
I think what I'm trying to say is that I'm sick of not being good enough. I don't know whose scale I'm measuring myself up against, but it always seems to fall short. I don't mean to dredge up old hurts, but I don't think the wounds have been healed, to be honest. I've just covered them up with lots of gauze, and I can go on for the most part, but I tend to pick at things so much, especially when other things happen as a reminder.
Do you think there will come a time when the universe has decided that enough is enough? That the universe will stop trolling me and just let me have it?
Until that time, I have Reese, Family Guy, and melancholy tunes.
Cheers.
I think what I'm trying to say is that I'm sick of not being good enough. I don't know whose scale I'm measuring myself up against, but it always seems to fall short. I don't mean to dredge up old hurts, but I don't think the wounds have been healed, to be honest. I've just covered them up with lots of gauze, and I can go on for the most part, but I tend to pick at things so much, especially when other things happen as a reminder.
Do you think there will come a time when the universe has decided that enough is enough? That the universe will stop trolling me and just let me have it?
Until that time, I have Reese, Family Guy, and melancholy tunes.
Cheers.
No comments:
Post a Comment