Maybe I don't wanna sort laundry anymore.
Maybe I don't wanna cook only for Shawn to not eat anything myself.
Maybe I'm sick of making turkey sandwiches.
Maybe I'm sick of staying home on the weekends.
Maybe I'm sick of taking the same route on I-35 to work each morning.
Maybe I'm sick of making grocery lists, price comparing, and coupon clipping.
Maybe I don't want to analyze every cent that is spent.
Maybe I want to go out to a nice meal and eat something I didn't prepare.
Maybe I want friends.
Maybe I wish I could have a cigarette, just one soothing, delicious drag.
Maybe I don't want to eat whole grains anymore and instead eat an entire cake in one sitting.
Maybe I'm sick of feeling like this.
Maybe I'm tired of being cynical and depressed.
Maybe I want my F----ing dog back.
Maybe I just really hate poetry.
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I just...I just feel like you're trying way too hard. Cut yourself some slack, cousin o' mine. Cut yourself LOTS of slack! You can't tackle the entire army at once. You have to take it a squad, a cohort, a legion at a time. As a history buff would say, Rome wasn't built in a day...or rather, Rome didn't conquer the entire known world in a day! You're human. Allow yourself that humanity *hugs*
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