I cannot sleep


I have no doubt I picked the wrong career
I am horrible at choosing men so that’s a wash
And so for yet a third third time, I face
starting over
And I am just sick of it
And soon I will be tired of it too
And then too old to matter

I honestly don’t know why I am here
The adopted part makes it almost unbearable as does the abuse and the inability to have a family.

All I want to do is go far away and help starving people grow their own food.

This is honest this is the truth

And lastly my gratitude to all who have supported my endeavors

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