Dissatisfied. I wish this were one of those sick days that made me happy just to curl up in a ball and read or listen contentedly to music.
Instead, it is a day of dissatisfaction. Wish I were up and moving, not so weak, had something to do. That will all come soon enough. The current dissatisfaction I'm experiencing comes from seeing how I've been doing those things that are in front of me. Half-ways.
Half-ways won't do in anything.
Half-ways feels like what I've been doing in everything.
Vision and vision.
Who am I?
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