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Just a small taste. in Letting Go

  • Dec. 28, 2022, 2:57 p.m.
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So I’ve never done anything like this before, I don’t really fancy myself a writer in any sense of the word. Even in school math and other subjects came much easier for me. I just felt that everything going on in my life I could use a something to let out a my inner most darkest thoughts, fears. See I’m not very much of a people person, I work mainly in customer service and while I enjoy what I do I usually feel uneasy about people. I have never been diagnosed but I do believe I may be suffering for some sort of mental illness. Depression is a factor for sure, there are times I have to will myself to get up and start my day, to interact with my family, I feel like I’ve always been a pissed off person but now it’s not so much anger that I feel, I guess if I had to put into words the first three that come to mind are sad, empty, and lost. I have no idea what I really hope to gain from any of this, in my experience it’s better to act like everything is fine tell a few jokes, make some people laugh and call it a day. If I going to be completely honest and real which is the reason behind all this nothing is ok, never has been and im not sure if it ever will be. My thoughts are all over the place, and if you’ve read this far ill do my best to better organize them in a more. I think I’ll end these with something I always hated.
To be continued....


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