My brain is conflicted.
I want to sob, but I can’t for some odd reason. These thoughts are intertwined with my thoughts about my weight. I feel unsure.
My brain is conflicted.
I want to give up. Sometimes I don’t; although, it depends if I am ambitious.
My brain is conflicted.
What should I do? Am I confused?
These thoughts,
they are killing me like a storm killing grass. Absorbing moisture from the rain, and over filling it.
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC
My brain is conflicted.
I want to sob, but I can’t for some odd reason. These thoughts are intertwined with my thoughts about my weight. I feel unsure.
My brain is conflicted.
I want to give up. Sometimes I don’t; although, it depends if I am ambitious.
My brain is conflicted.
What should I do? Am I confused?
These thoughts,
they are killing me like a storm killing grass. Absorbing moisture from the rain, and over filling it.
Written February 2018 , though last edited March 14, 2018 at 12:22 PM
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