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I keep waking up every morning in the same clothes that I wore the night before, like something left over that I wore out and through in the daunting pile on my closet floor with all the rest of my regrets. I’ll catch up to them when I’m at my very best. Or maybe it’s my worst. I have never been so unsure of anything. One of these days I’m going to clean up my mess. Just like my desktop icons, I will get to it. But even those keep stacking. All the littlest things keep stacking. And I keep waking up every morning with the same could have, should have done more. I was a lighthouse crumbling into the sea when you were knocking down my front door with the same could have, should have done more. I have grown accustomed to the way I need to deal with you. There are no excuses for trying to sleep off all the years I couldn’t, for giving in to the puissant urge to fall behind. I fan the flames but I try to keep my face hidden. I’m running out of ways to step aside. I keep waking up every morning in the same clothes that I wore the night before. I’ve got a laundry list of limitations. I’m at least consistently unsure. I’ve got a laundry list of bad ideas. I’m at least consistently unsure.