I feel so tightly wound...
So stretched thin...
That I'm just waiting to...
SNAP. Break.
I'm not sure when it will get better. There are lots of promises that it will. But then it gets worse again.
I don't know how much longer I can keep feeling like I fail day in and day out. How much longer I can not take good care of my body. How much longer it will be before I actually fall apart.
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I have had so many days where I feel this way. All I can say is what my mother always tells me: This too will pass.
This is the point where I quit....
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