Fresh paint, that's what I feel like I need. I'm an old house that needs new floors and a nice coat of paint. Something to make me new again. Just brighten me, and make me shine. Like a rebirth of thought. Unfortunately I am not an old house, I am a person. I could try makeup and clothes but that won't fix the living room. That only fixes the worn out windows and sad shingles. New flesh would be a new house completely. Surgery is an unwanted update of the exterior. All I wanted was a fresh coat of paint. What do I do? I am so very stuck. I am now udderly lost between my wants and my needs. Pulled back again to the stains on my wall that no one else ever seems to see. How do I even begin to fix this great disaster? Should I move, but at what cost? Do I let it be and let the house consume my thoughts and hate?
I used to love this home? What happened?
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