Two steps forward and one step back.
I hate how sometimes I still have times of weakness and it shows on my overall performance. gosh danggit. It feels as if I'm painfully and slowly making up my way on a huge ass sand hill, wounded at the same time.
Here is hoping that wounds will heal, and eventually stop bleeding, I will be cured soon, and I start to pick up all my slack.
Perfer et obdura; dolor hic tibi proderit olim... oh how I hope so.
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