Today was hard. I had to face some old ghosts and demons from my past that have always left me trembling and screaming. I couldn’t help but wonder why I try. I try… because it’s expected of me. I do what I’m expected too. I’m a good girl. Today was hard. Much, much harder than it should have been. Why does giving up seem so easy, so doable, and continuing on is so very, very hard? Shouldn’t life be the opposite of that scenario? I know, at times, it is good to struggle, to build character and all that hog wash crap; but when my character is crumbling down all around me, would it be so very hard for life just to offer me some cookies and milk at the end of the day?
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I always hated the saying the toughest soldiers get the difficult battles. What if were not strong enough? What is we get killed in battle? Be strong
Sometimes we just have to make our own cookies and milk. The way I see it, you can have a treat now or a dairy farm/bakery later. Here’s some more hogwash crap: our toils only serve to make us stronger. The people who struggle the most often gain the greatest rewards!
Life can get tough sometimes; a day can get rough. Sometimes tomorrow even breaks its promise of being a better day, but I am sure there are some cookies and milk on the way. It sounds like you been through alot, so I’ll be hoping for some fantastic chocolate chips to miraculous appear before you. I can’t promise where they’re materialize so watch out. Until then hang in there.