Self-depreciated
I am so disappointed with myself.
For being so selfish and self centered. I had no right.
For being such a spoilt brat who expects life to be much easier.
For having the thought about giving up when things get difficult.
For not pushing myself hard enough.
For being such a crybaby when finding out there was no one to come home to.
For not being nice to those who deserve it.
For being so rude to those who mattered to me.
For taking things for granted.
For feeling so different than the others and hating myself more because I shouldn’t.
For not trying. Taking more chances, step out of my comfort zone.
For not quite having the strength to fight myself. To do better. To be better. To think better.
For not being able to forgive myself. Or others.
For not knowing the boundaries between more and enough.
For being this old yet feeling like I haven’t achieved anything to be proud of.
I feel like I’m running on a treadmill.
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nobody’s perfect u know…
hey gal, how’s Oz??? So is the date for sure sure?
Crap, I’ve gotta get meself some fancy red frock ASAP… Ohh the tedium 
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