stuck in reverse
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It's deep red jeweled tones enticing me into deep slumber. Work seems to be a consistent battle against my own expectations. My many wishes piling up versus the oddities of my performance. I wish I were faster, I wish I were more organised. I wish I could bring something to the table that no one else at the work place could offer. Yet once and again, I'm beaten down to the ground but my failures to establish my significance. My doings slipping into a mundane drawl of activities.
Upon returning back to an empty house. tiredness lingers in my bones. Yet, I can't sleep. Stuck in reverse.
I confess to my strange habits that reflect a bit of self loathing. Feeding my engines with alcohol, bringing tears to my eyes with the likes of emo films. The notebook, titanic... I suppose it's the hormones kicking in but i'm never too sure.
Whatever it is... I'm back. I wish I had a collection of photos to share. But none.
Don't get me wrong, I've never been happier with the state I'm at, the portion of life that I finally enjoy the most. I just need an avenue for some ranting. Be kind. Look away.
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Sometimes we just need a little break, to be in solitude.
Don't be too hard on yourself.
You ain't a superwoman after all.
Take the battle as a game and you might just get a little inspiration in finding the breakthrough.
Be kind to your liver and don't ever lose the beautiful sparkle in your eyes.
Take care.
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