The night anxiety is knocking at my door and arrives in my gastrointestinal tracks like the feeling of barreling down the first hill of a roller coaster someone has dared you to go on. I am wasting my time trying to figure out this guilty feeling, this pit in my stomach, this ugliness and mess inside.
I allowed myself to be disappointed again by someone I thought I had accepted as nothing but a disappointment but sadly I didn’t learn my lesson and now I am wounded within (again).
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