I’ve said it the majority of my life in different ways. There’s pros and cons to everything, where there is good, there is bad, etc.  or even where there is bad you can find good. 


I am tired of taking the shit with the good.  I pushing 30. This is all I’ve known. And at this point it’s my fault for not taking steps and just drowning instead.  

I’m happy one minute and drowning the next.  


I’m getting so tired day by day. More and more. I don’t want to do what it takes because I’m scared I’ll get what I wanted. What I need. What people who love me wish for me. 


Just to have it ripped from me. 

I feel like happiness is out of my control. Life circumstances change that. It’s a lie I tell myself maybe