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?
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Categories: flash fiction