There’s empty bottles on the floor
yet you still fill my broken heart
I do better with bad news than good news. Lately things have been a little blue. I am trying to recover from my depression. It helps that Christmas is over. I put so much pressure on myself. I want everything to be perfect. It never is. I keep making mistakes. Though the kids keep me from truly getting depressed like when I was younger. Having kids has been the best thing that ever happened to me. Before kids I lived in my shell. It was easy to do nothing. Now I keep reaching for more heights. One because I have bills to pay but really it’s that I want my kids to have better. I want my kids to see that dreams can come true. Every day reach for the stars. You may never make it but your kids may. I going out for a walk. Need to clear the hard to do some writing.
Show love. Draw a heart.
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