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Can’t sleep. Have a job interview in 12 hours. With a bank no less. And it’s the bank I currently use myself. How is that rejection going to feel? Should fit in well with how this year is going. Last week it was an interview & pass from an office of mental health professionals. They probably figured I was more “patient” than “employee” material.
Can’t stop regretting how I didn’t fight hard enough. Even if the end result was the same and I found myself still getting a divorce; I should have at least fought as hard and for as long I could. But I threw in the towel when I should have thrown down the gauntlet. I can handle losing a battle much more than I can a forfeit.
Can’t go back in time and change things. I am a victim of my own brokenness. I am the Hamlet’s tragic flaw. I am a placater. A liar. A coward.
Can’t summon enough courage to equal my convictions.
Can’t find a silver lining.
Can’t find a way out of the woods.
Can’t keep doing this to myself.
Can’t stop regretting how I didn’t fight hard enough. Even if the end result was the same and I found myself still getting a divorce; I should have at least fought as hard and for as long I could. But I threw in the towel when I should have thrown down the gauntlet. I can handle losing a battle much more than I can a forfeit.
Can’t go back in time and change things. I am a victim of my own brokenness. I am the Hamlet’s tragic flaw. I am a placater. A liar. A coward.
Can’t summon enough courage to equal my convictions.
Can’t find a silver lining.
Can’t find a way out of the woods.
Can’t keep doing this to myself.
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