“Doing more”

I keep wanting to do more.

More than I can keep up with.

And it always comes back to bite me.

I have something good going on and then I think I might be able to do something more.

And everything goes to shit.

Because of me.

Because I can’t ever be happy with something I’ve done.

I don’t know how to be happy.

So I have to do something more.

Always something more.

It’s never enough.

Never enough for me.

Why can’t I just be happy with what I’ve done for once?

Why?

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