Saturday, April 28, 2012

Blame

I don't buy into the blame game, yet I keep catching myself rolling the dice from time to time. The self-loathing, low self-esteem, and the relentless pursuit of praise didn't come out of nowhere, but I am way too old for this. A part of my brain just won't let go.
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