Tired of thinking the same thing, the same way at the same time every day.

Thoughts of things that didn’t happen to me. Things I’m not sure ever happened.

Assumption and extrapolation of rumors.

Subtle words that I’ve blown out of proportion.

Mistrust and hurt feelings that probably should have never been.


Can’t seem to enjoy the little things.

Can’t enjoy the big things.

Can’t enjoy.

When will the page turn? Will it? Should it?

Does it for anyone?