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Another Day

Waking up feeling depressed telling my self its another day, where I will have to smoke even though I don’t want to, around me all they sense is bad vibe a vibe they introduced me to end up talking/writing about how maybe it’s my vibration n u have to stay away from me, how can I blame you, you shitted on the bed you sleep in n now you don’t know how to clean your mess.. 

Waking up feeling depressed telling myself its another day, where I will have to smoke even though I don’t want to…How can one heel around the same surroundings they got hurt, inside I am screaming for help please 😢😭, but I have to keep a happy face, because the people around me don’t know how to pick me up, how can I blame them if I can’t do it myself? I don’t know what thr excuse is!, but mine is every time I try to stand up you hit me with yet another rock full of drama, yesterday it was Milly today its Jody , tomorrow could be Chrissy or Becky, now tell me how am i to heel if you don’t give me time ,let it be 4weeks atlst before you hit me with another rock.

Waking up feeling depressed telling myself it’s another day where I will have to smoke even though I don’t want to, in hoping that one day I will wake up and it will all be gone, I won’t have to check my back every single time, I won’t have to worry what rock will be thrown at me and what are we naming it this time🤔, I will finally exist in a safe space where I won’t hear the mumbling nor sensing the bad unsureness vibe, where (not knowing where to go for vacation and where will  my Dog stay when I am gone or will my Louis Vuitton arrive in time b4 my vacation day if not then it will be why is ulta Beauty not restocking my Mario badsceu skin care🤨 or better yet why is my current customer so complicated to work with/ not knowing which candidate will be the right fit for my team)🤔 will be my new definition of stress and  staying imperfect perfectly will be my new thriving gear because i know the day i will be perfect i will be six feet under.  Furthermore if depression comes knocking again I will open the door with so much confidence it won’t have room to migrate , oh I know that day is coming all I need is to survive now for I will come to tell the story one day. Hoping my testimony will be someone else’s survival story

Waking up feeling depressed telling myself its another day where I will have to smoke just so I can get through the day.

 
P.s what is your definition of smoke?

 

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