When does it stop? When can I go a day without someone I like suffering a setback? When can I sign on to Facebook and not read some teacher complaining about how they only have two weeks left of vacation, when most people I know don't get two weeks paid vacation in an entire year? When can I not see ignorance, no matter what the topic, I would like on day where every comment makes sense, regardless of the stance. When will certain people wake up and realize their selfishness is destroying how I feel about them? When can I go outside and not be ashamed of my face? When can I relax with my cat and not worry, when I fall asleep if he's locked in our out of some room? When will I find some kind of employment that will make me happy and serve it's purpose. I feel like I'm looking for a needle in a haystack, but there really isn't a needle. When will I be able to breathe again (literally and figuratively)? When will I find someone to share those special and not so special moments? When will I go an hour without feeling like all hope is lost; not for me, but for us? When will people be nicer to each other and when will those who are selfish, narcissistic and sometimes cruel, just vanish?
ME
WE
- Muhammad Ali
ME
WE
- Muhammad Ali
Never. Maybe Tomorrow? Not gonna happen, they're the biggest complainers. That makes no sense. Never. Exfoliate. In a few months when he gets bigger. Soon (I asked the magic 8 ball). Huh? Deep breaths. Um, don't diss Swaggy V like that. When you stop looking at the internets. Never.
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