How Am I Gonna Be An Optimist About This

Everyday, I tell myself, I'm done.






And everyday again, I tell myself I should push on cos I owe it to too many people to do better this time.

But what if I disappoint even with the support and it's worse than before?






I'm sorry.



But sorry is never enough.

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