There a 24 hours in a day, don't worry this isn't going to be something cliché, but there are 24 hours in a day, i'll stop rhyming now.
Out of 24 hours you're asleep for maybe 8, the rest of that you're awake and doing activity, why am i saying this? cause it doesn't feel like i get 24 hours, it feels like i get much less that i end up wasting, i don't know why i am this way, so unfocused and messy, i don't want anymore diagnosing, i just want a cure, i want to live better, this is probably the 100th time i'm saying this, i want better, because i'm worth so much, i think so highly of myself sometimes, like i see myself in such a strong light, sometimes, i think i'm smart and funny and entertaining and creative and pretty, sometimes, and other times i feel defeated, and hopeless, like i'm just waiting for something and not really living, i tell myself i should just coast but maybe coasting is the problem, how do i fix myself, how do i discipline myself to be better, how do i get back my 24 hours.
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Until she was happy
PoetryHappiness is a privilege and i talk deep so this whole book is a possible trigger warning. Don't look at this as a way to find peace in your darkness, this doesn't offer that, look unto this as a way to hurt with someone else, and find peace in the...
