It’s like there’s a machine in my head spewing out negative thoughts, not allowing me more than a few hours peace at a time. I’m in such a sensitive place.  I can undo this machine. This time, the masters tools will break down the masters machine. I will succeed in living peacefully. One day at a time. I have to actually believe in what I’m doing and what I say. I have to really have faith in my power to change my life for the better. It’s hard to have faith, but it’s the only way out.

About Undecided Pseudonym

A woman who remembers enjoying writing.
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