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My life is running away from me.  No decision is mine.  It's all out of control.

I bend at will to however the wind blows.  I overcompensate because I fear I'm not picking up the slack.

I forget what makes me shine.

I go back and forth, I don't know what I want, I'm a moody SOB.

I'm upset when I bring it up.  I'm upset when you bring it up.

You don't listen to me.

You don't listen to me.

You don't listen to me...

Maybe the problem is, I have no fight in me.  It seems like that's what you want.  You want to go back and forth, and I just don't have the energy for that.  I'm on reserves.  Depleted.  On fumes.  But, I have to keep on.  Keep on going.  Keep on pushing.  Like Boxer, "I will do better" is all I seem to say nowadays.  Never thinking.  Just pummeling my body until I can see the breaking point.

I need a break.  From this.  From it all.

But, I can't give in.  I have to wait.  

Short-term sacrifice, Long-term gain.

Stay strong.

Keep tough.

You're weak, but you're not broken.

You can do this.  Quit being a little bitch.