I am tired more often than I’m not.
I wonder if I will ever not be tired.
I hear that it gets better, easier.
I see that it doesn’t.
I want to be wrong about that.
I am trying to figure out where I fit in.
I pretend that I already know.
I feel I may never find my answer.
I touch the keys of my laptop for solace.
I worry often.
I cry rarely, and all the time.
I am misunderstood.
I understand why.
I say the wrong things.
I dream of being OK with that.
I try to embrace my quirks.
I hope that works out for me.
I am an enigma wrapped in an open book. Dipped in a cup of coffee.
This post is not me losing my mind, it’s me joining Old School Blogging.
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