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Left for Right??

"Because... denial , anger , bargaining and depression are the first four stages of grief. Acceptance being the final one."
Left or Right? I feel as if I always have a choice for my journey. Both will take me somewhere but it all depends how I feel at that moment. The "Right Path" is the normal, I am STRONG and INDEPENDENT so get lost I don't need you kinda pathway. I see many people, waiting for buses... buying food... screaming at their children...couples holding hands... life goes on. The path I prefer the "Left alone Path" when I just wanna be myself and reflect on what happened, happens, happening. Dilemmas I'm facing and how I plan to solve it and how I wish I can walk that pathway... throw myself onto the grass and refuse to budge... and play a drama queen. Desperation? In having to climb each peak by myself, maybe I just wanna pity myself. Ahh... that's called Self Pity. I'll get out of that very soon. Really. Give me some money and give me some more irresponsibility.

Two ways. What's my choice today? The "Right" one for me. Maybe just for today.

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