My dashboard keeps slapping me in the face with hopeful trite cliche inspirational posts.
Maybe it’s what I need to see.
I need to get my act together and stop giving in to this addiction.
But I can’t reblog any of it, because it feels too trite.
Something will snap me out of it.
It’s just such a familiar, easy pain. I know it so well. So it’s hard to hate it.
Tomorrow is my birthday, though, and it would have been nice to have a clean slate.
I tried, but not hard enough.
