Life was meant, to be hard, drugs are taking the easy way out, sleeping on the job.
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I’ve received so many encouraging words from all of you regarding my post, “I said, ‘No.’” And I appreciate your support more than I can eloquently put in words. Some of you have shared your own stories that have touched my heart. We’re in this thing called life together.
But that is, by far, my rawest post. I still cringe when I read it. Like sprinkling salt on an open wound.
I talk a good game. I put on an even better show.
If we met in the streets, you’d never know my life was anything but perfect because that’s what life is all about, isn’t it?
Appearances, appearances, appearances.
I’m starting to learn just how fragile appearances are. Yesterday was a good day. I was happy for most of it.
Happy for me is gliding along the thin ice of contentment. Just below that…
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