The thing is, sometimes my mind works ever-so-hard to come up with joyful scenarios and what-ifs and sometimes my thoughts are so gleeful it makes me get choked up at how wonderful it could be. But once I think of something hopeful, you can guarantee it’s not going to happen.
There are many wonderful things in my life. My children, my friends, my family. They make me laugh, they inspire me, they let me bitch . . . I truly marvel at them and I delight in their triumphs and happiness.
And I know this is selfish, but, well, nothing good has happened to me in a very, very long time. I know the world and its people don’t owe me anything, but once in a while it would be lovely if it/they threw me a little scrap to hold onto, just a small one. Please.
At Least They're Committed 
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