My reality of life seems to be slowly dying with every passing days. Some times I wonder if I am just the annoying fly that is buzzing around bugging others. I’ve come to terms with the fact that no one will care for me as much as I care for others. I am the person that people call when they need something. People don’t usually pick up when I call them. It usually takes the third phone call or more to finally get someone to pick up the phone. Then I start to think what is wrong with me?
What did I do? Why am I not worth the time to others? Quaratine has been so hard on me. Mainly because I feel like I have no escape. I am in this apartment all the time all day long and all I wish to do is be in the sun. This life has sent me down a path that I am not a fan of.
Do I need saving? No. Not really. There is nothing to save me from. All I am is the house wife that does everything wrong. I really do mean everything. I don’t know the last time that I did something right. What I know is that life has got to be better than what I have right now.
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