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I was firm and resolute with myself. "I will write in my journal, everyday." I told myself. Considering the events of the past month... it seemed like a valid undertaking. Despite the time I spent in the car, running words and phrases through my mind, contemplating one entry after another.... I've done nothing.
I feel: disappointed with my lack of resolve.
I hate making a thousand and one promises to myself and not keeping a single one.
I feel: frustrated.
I am tired of being at work and feeling like this. I don't know how to remove myself, emotionally from the situation. I can't stop myself from becoming aggravated and angry. I am astounded by the audacity of others. By their selfishness and thoughtlessness.
I feel: tired.
Of everything.
I feel: unfulfilled.
I want to love my life. I want to be filled with energy and hope. I want to feel motivated and interested and move forward. I want to wake up and hit the ground running. I want to wake up and want to do something more than falling back asleep. I want to feel useful and wanted and needed. I want to feel necessary. I want to like what I do.
I feel: trapped.
I feel: disappointed with my lack of resolve.
I hate making a thousand and one promises to myself and not keeping a single one.
I feel: frustrated.
I am tired of being at work and feeling like this. I don't know how to remove myself, emotionally from the situation. I can't stop myself from becoming aggravated and angry. I am astounded by the audacity of others. By their selfishness and thoughtlessness.
I feel: tired.
Of everything.
I feel: unfulfilled.
I want to love my life. I want to be filled with energy and hope. I want to feel motivated and interested and move forward. I want to wake up and hit the ground running. I want to wake up and want to do something more than falling back asleep. I want to feel useful and wanted and needed. I want to feel necessary. I want to like what I do.
I feel: trapped.