Im tired of it all, every day my phone rings 14, 15 times a day, bill collectors. Im in an unhappy relationship. I am in constant anguish every day, physically and sometimes mentally. Is this all life has to offer? Really? This is it, huh? Well, I want out. Im done. (not suicidal hint, btw) I have my little glimpses of happiness here and there, but, overall, its a little sunlight that gets in through the drawn blinds. Whats the glue that holds most people together? These seemingly happy people. How did they get that way? Are they just pretending? No, they cant all be. I guess when God had his molding clay out, I was one of the Island of Misfit Toy collection. I want to be one of the pretty ones, the perfectly-abled ones, the successful career versionoh, why bother to go on?
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