What should I write about today?

Damn if I’m not tired of writing about myself.

As good as it is to develop my story,

boy is it repetitive!

 

I would love to have some success under my belt.

If only I didn’t self-identify as an insurance liability.

my mind swinging back around to my past every chance it gets.

A pattern I seem incapable of breaking.

 

I tire of asking,

“Who am I?”

It seems like a question with no real answer.

Is that even a problem?

How nice would it be, to chase after others happiness,

Without putting my own on hold.

 

To care about others,

and myself.

 

To encourage others,

and myself.

 

To love other people,

and myself.