No fucking idea
I have so much..... I have so much..... Why do I constantly feel like something is missing, I am missing, my work is missing, I just can't stand the idea that I might not be enough. Do enough. I crave acceptance and approval and all the while claim I don't care. I need to hear that what I have done is right or good or up to par. I dont understand why I need these things or why they in fact matter. I think we like to be told we are good or did good or are enough but others just claim they don't care and then there are those of us that claim not to care but secretly do so so much. I find when I write even then I am trying to pour words out in such a way that will connect or inspire and get me that seal of approval and I just don't understand the need. I wish for a lot of things, mostly these days time. More time with my babies more time to do things I love more time to make more money to pay for the poor choices of my youth and inexperience with m...