I want to get angry at me, at you, at everybody, at the world and at any object or living thing especially the mosquito feasting on my legs. My reasons? Simple. I am not getting what I want. I am not fulfilling promises to myself. I have said countless times am going to change. Countless times that it would not happen to me again. Countless times that I would be strong and say it like I should. Countless times that consequences would not matter so long as what I was doing was right. Countless times that I would learn to stand my ground. (Am going to kill this mosquito) Countless times that I would learn to love me for who I am and not complain about a thing. Countless times that I would forgive my enemies but I never get around to calling them or visiting. Countless times that I would call my friends before they did but am always waiting for them to make a first move. (This mosquito is really getting on my nerves and feet) Countless times to admit I...
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