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I wake early in the day to avoid judgement in the eyes of people who seldom look my way. I go to bed at night when they say I should. “You’ll feel better.”—I don’t. It stops the pestering. I have to plan a busy day. “You’re active that way and won’t have time to mope.” At least, that seems the plan. I have no goals to reach in life. At least, not of my own. Any plans I think I hold are simply held on loan.
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Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 11:31 AM UTC
Going Through the Motions
I wake early in the day to avoid judgement in the eyes of people who seldom look my way. I go to bed at night when they say I should. “You’ll feel better.”—I don’t. It stops the pestering. I have to plan a busy day. “You’re active that way and won’t have time to mope.” At least, that seems the plan. I have no goals to reach in life. At least, not of my own. Any plans I think I hold are simply held on loan.
excited about the day, yah...
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64/M/Earth
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 11:31 AM UTC
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