I feel inadequate in all respects of the word.
Work was hell.
I had chest pains, I was so stressed. I just feel like I need to get a handle on my life.
Tonight, I will wish for tears to come. Maybe they will. Maybe they won't.
Tomorrow, I will spread make-up on my face. I will put on a cute outfit.
I will go to work.
I will be miserable.
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2 comments:
trust me, i know how you feel girl. just stay strong k. dont want you go burst a vein and go shooting up the place.
u dont need make up folk
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