It’s Wednesday.
Again.
*sigh*
The closer I get, to turning 55, the more tired I seem to be. Not sure why, really. Sleep has been aluding me. Thoughts scurrying round, every which a way. Not sure why…*shrug*.
I find myself:
Wondering.
Wandering.
Wandering around, whilst wondering.
About everything.
EVERYTHING!!
It has been exhausting.
55 seems to be taunting me, for some blasted reason.
Leave me alone!
I want to go back, almost.
Back to when my eyes were not opened.
Okay, I don’t want to go back. Just unsure of what lies ahead, moving forward.
55, say what you need to say, already, so I can get some sleep.
I’m tired.
wondering what the fresh hell,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: I have NO idea WHY I just want to hide, beneath piles and miles of comforter in order to gain comfort. Last night, I was sad. I told myself I will be 55, in a few weeks, yet don’t have a posse, of my own. Not, really, I say. If I stopped blogging, tomorrow, the world won’t stop rotating, on it’s axis. Just another blog. Just another lady, growing older, who has checked out.
Of course, I am not going to. Just wondering what is the point, to ME. Am not depressed or sad. I truly am wondering, what goof like moi, has contributed in her almost 55 years. My pile does not look like much, to the world. All I had to give, mostly, was me. Was me enough? Asking for a friend…*sigh*…
Egads, what a semi depressing(?) piece. That’s okay, though. It’s honest…keep going…
- COME SIT AT MY TABLE 🪑❤️🩹
- BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
- Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
- Still In Love
- REAL TALK: DESPISE NOT SMALL BEGINNINGS, BELOVEDS.👘🦺🥾👟🥿👞🩴👢🩰👡⛑️🔌🕯️🔎🖌️🖋️📢
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