My life is doing great and I should be thankful for it. I'm finishing my master's (I don't know when though), I have a job (but I don't know when I'm getting paid), I have a house (which doesn't feel like home), food on the table (barely, and I don't have the appetite for it), I have both parents alive and well (that I hate and never provide me comfort), and a loving girlfriend (which I never seize to get on her nerves without my intention). But I should be thankful for having all of those. Some people don't have them, and I do. Yeah, I should be thankful for having all of these combined if I restrain on seeing the negative side. But why am I not thankfull? Why am I always complaining? Why does everyone get mad at me and I don't know how to stop it. Why is my mind always messy. I wanna fix myself but I don't know how. I don't wanna feel like a burden to anyone but I keep messing up. How do I stop messing up everything good?
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Midnight thoughts
PoesiaThe title says it all. What anyone would think of, late at night, gathered in here. Because why not. (I promise you the chapters get better as you go, I'm continuously writing more and more chapters and I'll be more than glad to see if any of you ca...
