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First. I cried my first tears during the first month of this year because of guilt. Second. Now, it’s only the second day of the second month and my second time to cry was still because of guilt. I think I’ve come to that point in my life where I’m excruciatingly exhausted with this guilt. Ever since I’ve realized that I pleased other people too much, I tried to learn how to say no. And I feel like my years of effort were all futile because while I may have said many no’s, the guilt of it all has remained with me like dust which has settled to form this dark heavy layer of burden. Third. I pride myself for being an optimist, but this one time, can I just continue to cry and feel like the world isn’t OK? Even for just a day? OK, how about an hour?

First. I cried my first tears during the first month of this year because of guilt. Second. Now, it’s only the second day of the second month and my second time to cry was still because of guilt.

I think I’ve come to that point in my life where I’m excruciatingly exhausted with this guilt. Ever since I’ve realized that I pleased other people too much, I tried to learn how to say no. And I feel like my years of effort were all futile because while I may have said many no’s, the guilt of it all has remained with me like dust which has settled to form this dark heavy layer of burden.

Third. I pride myself for being an optimist, but this one time, can I just continue to cry and feel like the world isn’t OK? Even for just a day? OK, how about an hour?

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  1. j-sson said: cheer up!
  2. lendlklein said: anyare?
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