Please explain. It just goes on and on and on endlessly. To feel bad for me after 30 years seems absurd. Is Life that sacred?
Every day is a blessing. Go forth and make someone else smile if you can’t smile yourself.
Apparently, life is like that. As my brothers and I say, “If I were King, things would be different around here.”
During that 30 years did you try to do anything despite feeling bad? I say give the middle finger to feeling bad and just do something anyway
Is there only one imagination or do we each have our own?
We each have our own
It’s a day later and I’m trying to accept things. I don’t have to understand everything. I don’t believe in pity anyhow, why should I ask? Be Strong for me is what I say. I’m fine.
Sometimes I feel emotional pain physically. I think they call it psychosomatic.
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