Who needs positive affirmations when you can verbally and mentally kick your own ass?
Not me.
Maybe me.
Okay.
Me.
This negativity will be my demise.
Not the loneliness.
Not the heartbreak.
Not the failure.
This negativity will be it.
Ro-sham-bo around the rosey.
Playing musical emotions until I’m running on empty again.
Better yet,
Let’s play Russian Roulette.
So many outcomes.
Let destiny decide.
All the ones I make are clearly far too of an over-bearing challenge.
Roll over and give up.
Let fate decide.
Rot to pieces or search for inspiration.
Seems simple.
Some days I’m tired.
Too tired to make it work.