Day 4: A girl and her ghosts

I feel guilty when I wish someone was dead.
I feel bad when I wish I could be somewhere else.
I feel terrible when I think I could simply wash my hands on some things that are only stressing me out, but I know there´s people counting on me.
I feel miserable when I catch myself tired of trying to be a perfect mom.
I feel stupid when I notice I´m having too high expectations for my future.
I feel defeated when I think I might be again cruising for bruising.

...but gee, I´m only a lousy human. Aren´t we all supposed to not to know what to do with our feelings?

Maybe it´s not time to feel
It´s time to live a bit.