Why not?
I’ve always played the “strong one”
for as long as I remember I’ve always had a come back, smart ass remark or the last word..
Then I bunker down in my bed and cry over something I thought I had no power over.. Like, if I cried hard enough.. maybe, just maybe I would feel some form of release…
Well, many years have past and this action has done nothing for me but make my head hurt and swallow my pride and ask to be forgiven or made me forgive..
For the longest time I believed that we didn’t get the life we live by chance…
I thought, someone, somewhere a higher power? or lesser one gave us a right to pick our “destiny” our parents, jobs, lovers etc.. We then live it out.. like a bad play.
What a shit life that would be if it were fact?!?!?!
Why me?
Why would I have chosen such a distorted reality?
Why would I pick the bad things?
Why would I want to suffer?
Why would anyone want a life like that?!
Hmm….
Why not?
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