How easy does this world make to just say, “yeah, tomorrow, I’ll stop interneting so much.” It’s a mentality.  One that doesn’t serve me well.  The pain of being someone’s ‘tomorrow list’ when you are right there with them in the now.  It sucks, but guess what, it’s not ‘my’ list. It doesn’t belong to me. I can bitch and moan and it’s still not my list.  So then what?  Acceptance?  That’s bullshit.  I’m ‘now’ material, not ‘tomorrow’s list’. So that is where I stand.  Knowing where I am, yet knowing I deserve more and wondering what the hell I can do about it.

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