Sometimes I feel like...
- the world is coming to an end
- I’m never going to be successful, in life or love
- I must have bitch-slapped Karma hard to get to where I am in life
- that I can never truly be me
- that it just isn’t fair that I can’t pursue music due to my arthritis
- I’ve found my way into the bottle, but don’t seem to want to come back out
- my old friends don’t miss me…
- my new friends are somewhat artificial
- I’m just chugging along
- I’m monstrously obese
- I should hate my body more than I do
- I give up too easily on things
- I just shouldn’t be complacent in life
- life wouldn’t be any easier if I were skinny, though it is appealing
- everyone is getting some…
- I’m not outgoing unless I’ve been in the bottle
- I’m worthless
- I’m not good enough
- I’m not pretty enough
- I’m not…skinny enough
- I should set an example of what to do, not what not to do
- I hate my life… but I know I don’t
- my standards are too high
- I’m as shallow as a kiddie-pool when I’m not the hottest catch around
- I degrade myself
- I’m better than I let myself believe
- I’m wrong…about everything
- I’m a hypocrite
I took a page from Professor Purcell and wrote down my bones… hopefully I can sleep now…
