Why can’t life be simpler? Why does it seem other people handle life maters better then me? I don’t think I’m a complicated person. I don’t think my needs are extraordinary. But why can’t I just be happy with what I have? Why must I have more?
Why do I think too much? Am I in denial? I am afraid…
This is a weird place to be. Need another drink…
Conclusion: All those self-help books have not helped. Those writers know jack shit!
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