I'm not a good m....
I'm not a good w....
I'm not a good w....
I'm not a good p....
I have a short fuse.
I'm short on sleep.
I don't know how to love.
I'm filled with rage and doubt.
I'm disparate.
I'm desperate.
I have nobody.
I love nobody.
It isn't true. If it was true, it wouldn't matter.
I wouldn't be losing sleep over it.
I wouldn't toss and turn.
I wouldn't have regrets.
Nobody would have showed up even though I never thought they would.
How does one have no doubts.
Does that happen?
