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Everytime I think I have it all figured out, something spins my world upside down, and I have to start over again. I'm tired of it. My foundations are based on shifting sands, and I begin to question whether holding on to even the most basic things I've treasured is worth the struggle. It's not as if my life is one unhappy mess but it has been a series of dramas and I'm beginning to hate it.
I'm building sand castles by the seashore, and every single time I make something I'm proud of, the tide comes and washes it all away. So I'm packing up my shovel and bucket, and I'm going back to the sandbox, until I'm ready to deal with the ocean.
I'm building sand castles by the seashore, and every single time I make something I'm proud of, the tide comes and washes it all away. So I'm packing up my shovel and bucket, and I'm going back to the sandbox, until I'm ready to deal with the ocean.