The negatives and imperfections are all too noticeable.
Better body. Better hair. Better personality. Better life.
It's hard to get back up when you find yourself on the ground,
But no one can help you unless you learn to help yourself.
Sad as it is,
This is true.
How much better would it be if we could turn all the wrongs into rights
And live happily.
I suppose life is all about self-acceptance and developing positive thoughts
But that's easier said than done.
Not only is one against oneself
The eyes of the world seem to judge and hate as well.
There is a glimmer of hope
Somewhere.
Some days are good
Others not so good.
Climbing mountains
And sliding back down.
Eleven at night may not be the best time to write.
Thoughts disassembled
Organization out the door.
It's hard to get anything done, though
When you're on the same level as the floor.
Tomorrow will be a better day.
Less stress will follow me through 'til morning
Than the weight I feel holding me down now.
Sorrow will last for the night,
But joy comes in the morning.
Psalm 30:5
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