I find it extremely difficult to be genuinely excited for anything these past few days. I dunno if I’ve already emptied my cup of positivity in life, but I have to say, I so miss the old me… the one who meant it when she said, “Anything is possible.”
Don’t get me wrong. For sure I still do believe in that ideal (note emphatic tense), yet there is this nagging heavy feeling in my heart that’s obviously weighing me down.
I hate being ungrateful. It just feels so wrong to lament all of life’s woes when you’re able to mentally note the abundance of blessings you’ve received. Nevertheless, I can’t freaking help it. I’m thankful…. yeah, but I’m also constantly tired.
I don’t ever wanna do things because I feel obligated. I don’t wanna continue thinking what I’m thinking…. I just don’t.
Well yeah, I only ever blog when I whine. Bwahaha.
One of the things that drains me the most is when I lose my temper. I feel immense guilt and I seriously question whether or not I was right to do so.
It doesn’t matter if people tell me I wasn’t wrong. I can never shake off that horrible feeling at the pit of my stomach.
I hate hurting people’s feelings. I hate me today. I hate me tonight.
Won’t be able to sleep well tonight. 😢
It has been a series
of hits and misses,
jabs and kisses,
wearing me out,
all the same.
Truth is looking at the mirror.
Perseverance–a 10-year old pair of shoes.
Justice is eating what you want without gaining weight.
Generosity is half of your favorite pie.
Hope is the first ray of sunshine.
Happiness is opening a box full of possibilities.
Fear is walking on a tightrope,
Much as Torture is a standardized exam.
Courage is running stark naked.
Faith is an honest whisper of the heart.