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Fear and Loathing in St. Louis
I haven't felt this way in a long time. Yet, here I am, feeling the same familiar uncertainty that I call my life.
I know whatever doesnt kill you, makes you stronger, yet even when I suffer, when I pick my tired, broken masochistic self off the hard floor, I never feel stronger. I feel just as weak as before.
I'm beginning to lose my faith in karma. I really do try to be a good person, and whenever I do slip up, I always truely feel remorseful and yet, I always get the fuzzy end of the lollipop.
There are a few good things in my life, but I'm just afraid to get close or count of them for fear they might slip away. Will this ever stop?
I haven't felt this way in a long time. Yet, here I am, feeling the same familiar uncertainty that I call my life.
I know whatever doesnt kill you, makes you stronger, yet even when I suffer, when I pick my tired, broken masochistic self off the hard floor, I never feel stronger. I feel just as weak as before.
I'm beginning to lose my faith in karma. I really do try to be a good person, and whenever I do slip up, I always truely feel remorseful and yet, I always get the fuzzy end of the lollipop.
There are a few good things in my life, but I'm just afraid to get close or count of them for fear they might slip away. Will this ever stop?