a wise baby cries

sometimes.

Sometimes I wish I could fall asleep and never wake up again.
Other times I don’t want to fall asleep because there’s just too much to do.

Sometimes I feel like I can’t take anymore.
Other times I remember the millions and billions of people who suffer immensely but still keep pressing on.

Sometimes I get so fed up with myself. 
Other times I tell myself that I’m only human and I will make mistakes.

Sometimes I look in the mirror and feel disgusted wondering how any guy would like me.
Other times I look a little longer, turn to profile and think, “It’s no wonder!”

Sometimes I wonder if all my time being spent alone is too much and leading to insanity.
Other times I hope it’s not.

Sometimes I think the unthinkable.

Sometimes I forget why I’m living.

Sometimes I think perfectionism is a devil persistent in sending my life to hell.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night in panic for no apparent reason.

Sometimes I wish I were something I’m not.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m really meant to be that someone I were wishing I were.

Sometimes I can’t imagine how I’m ever to make an impact in this world.

Sometimes I’m so frustrated that I want to scream but I don’t know how.

Sometimes I lose faith that this will all ever pass.

Those ‘sometimes’ just happen to be now.