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i am sick of this state i am in. i am sick of feeling out of control when i know all the while i am where i should be. why do i do this to myself? second guess until i have nothing left but a pile of maybe-s. a pile of rubble. the crumbs from the bread, the scraps from the table. hopes shoved aside. i let myself down again. and all the while, i really should never have gotten myself into this mess.