I am an inconvenient thing able to see the good in everything else but myself. I'd do my best too explain if I had something that was clever to say - but I don't. And I can't. So do I sink or swim? I'm drowning in the "what ifs" and "could have beens" I'm not good enough for myself, let alone anyone else - and that's just the way it is. Yeah - I'm still alone the way I was a year ago, but it's better the devil you know instead of the devil you don't. I'll just waste away and worry about everything I cannot change. Maybe I'm everything I hate. I guess I'm everything I hate. I became everything I hate. I'm simply everything I hate. O, God - I'm everything I hate.
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