Failures.

I often have to ask myself, “What is it that you really want out of life?”

There isn’t really any need to ask; it isn’t as if the answer changes frequently, and even if it does, it’s rarely any thing substantial.

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I don’t feel like myself.

Aside from this burgeoning physical discomfort, I’ve been feeling out-of-sorts the last week or so. I’m worrying far too much about things I have absolutely no control over, and also forgetting about and neglecting the things I can control.

And this means I have a huge problem.

I am the sort of person who typically rolls with the punches fairly easily. Rarely do I fall. And even if I do, I can quickly pull myself together again.

But this. This just continues to fester, and I don’t see any respite soon.

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