The poorest man is not without a cent but without a dream. -Aristotle

Monday, December 30, 2013

New Years?

It hurts to breathe. That moment where every part of you feels broken. Shattered..Irrepairable. I hate it. I hate feeling so broken and sad and lost. I dont have to act tough today so I'm taking advantage of it. I want to cry and mope around and feel sorry for myself. It's long overdue. Everyone has good days and bad days. I know this, and I miss my babies. I miss my family....I dont want the new year to come , I want to redo my last year over. I want a fucking do over.

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