Self-criticism is an art not many are qualified to practice. – Joyce Carol Oates

I don’t know, I would say…

Maybe I do know, but saying so seems impolite? Inappropriate? Then how does one express the truth that is if you can’t say things without an edge in them?

We want so many things, yet do so little to achieve them? Can we then complain that we don’t get what we want? Have someone else shoulder the blame for our inadequacies?

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Some days you feel detached, with no one in particular to talk to. Not like we have the time to listen to someone else. Not like we’d understand.

Some days you feel misunderstood.

Some days you wonder why you try so hard.

Maybe we are all alike, waiting for someone else to call us up. Waiting and anticipating.

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Sometimes I feel I need a slap to the face, to know what reality is.