So little I can do about most of it.
I do what I can, and perhaps the rest will fall into place.
Wishing doesn’t always make it so. If only…
So again, I do what I can, and maybe if I’m good enough, I will be rewarded somehow.
I have control over me and the things I know I can do: homework, bills, keeping up with the various things in my life (kids, my mom, etc)…
Things I don’t have control over: other people, situations, stuff like that.
I wear myself out on a daily basis just trying to live life.
I don’t like being the bearer of bad news, because I like to try and have a positive attitude. Sometimes, I think that maybe I should keep my big, fat mouth shut and let people find out those things on their own.
People have a tendency to “shoot the messenger”…
And lately, I feel like I’ve been shot.
This is Where it’s @ !–