I Just have this Overwhelming Feeling of Disgust…
Looking Around and Thinking… Who can I Trust???
In Who can I Confide???
How Many More Times Will I Swallow My Pride or Hide???
The Fact that Everything has Become So Old…
Done with…I’m Over It…and I’ve Become More Cold…
This is Not Because of One Certain Event…
I’m Just Tired of Coming Off as Too Benevolent…
Maybe I Really Am Too Nice…
And About My Actions I Often Think Twice…
When in Reality I Just Need to React….
And Stop Thinking So Much and Being Laid Back…
Honestly I’ve Realized that People Change…
And Obviously Only Memories Remain…
As the Past Fades Away…
I Focus and Try to Be a Better ME Today…
Courtney Griggs
Daily Quote:He who finds Fortune on his side should go briskly ahead, for she is wont to favor the bold.
~Baltasar Gracian
Linguist Corner-FRENCH: sieste (see est) noun, feminine
an afternoon nap, siesta
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