Restless Restless Restless. This post started off with the words restless simply because I hate to read the word I at the beginning of a sentence? Though often times necessary it usually leaves the reader to guess my tone. The word I could make me sound like a pompous little bitch reciting all my achievements or... or anybody starting a sentence with I. Reflecting on my writing is sometimes hard because I've started soo many sentences with the word I because my measly mind couldn't think up an alternate. So I pray that I channel my tone to my readers...If anything it's a self critical I...like the sentences you start with sighs to express your disappointment with yourself............
but I digress....(that bit of information will serve no purpose) Where was I?..yup I'm restless and scared, not sure how any of this will turn out. I'm the play it safe child with not so playing it safe aspirations. I've got so many things bugging me right now but I don't want to sound whiny... But for the hell of it I want to ask the universe for :
-Pardon - for the wrong that I've done
- A clean page to start over - because suffering the consequences has never been my forte
- Reciprocity- because sometimes I wish you'd see how much I give to you
- The courage to weed out those who don't reciprocate
- The ability to weed out this restlessness that keeps me from getting to my goal faster
Scattered thoughts
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