Today was NOT a banner day.
First off, the limitations I have on myself, the burdens, the "I cant's" I am shackled with... Fuck, I'm getting sick of this. And I'm getting to my breaking point now. Some people, when they feel helpless and hopeless, start to think dark, awful, lonely thoughts. NOT me. No, I don't wanna "end it all" and I'm not ready for the psyche ward. What I want to do is break free and soar.
What's holding me back?
Change is gonna come crashing down on my head whether I'm an active participant or not. This is what I've always wanted: an apartment downtown with character. Now I've got it, and the inadequacies and self-doubts set in. I'm going fucking crazy trying to shake this mood.
I want to quit smoking ASAP. Then I want to start ROCKING my home-based business like Duran Duran on the "Old Men In Spandex" tour. Then we'll see about the gym. But I have to get started, and I can't keep fucking up.
I really, really want change. Now.
All good things.
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