Recluse

I’m slowly becoming one of those  people whom gets out of bed just long enough to go to work only to return to do the same thing over and over again.
I have a collage of candid selfies up on my refrigerator and in every one of those pictures I am actually being myself but in only two of them am I genuinely smiling. I guess I’ve never really been truly happy, only angry and fuzzy. All of my life I’ve felt this way ,even as a child, I was always angry ….and frustrated. I remember my sister telling me once that when I was younger, I guess 3 or 4 when I got angry I would hold my breathe until I fainted.

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