I'm safe up high. Nothing can touch me.
I'm reaching the point where I no longer believe in my own strengths. The highlights of my life are limited, and I cannot find a source of my pride, for I have nothing I should be proud of.
Revelation 5: Why do I feel this party's over?
Time and time again I come back to this scrapbook of memories. I hear no applause, for there is no audience. I write this entry to nobody but myself. It is time for my accomplishments to be made known.
I've tried doing the traditional blog, and I got nowhere with it. I lost my inspiration, and with it, my creativity. Anymore when I try to conceive a new story in my imagination, I rehash an old tale of lost love. I am so sick and tired of preaching my soul to myself, because that is not who I am. I have tired what everyone else out there has tried and have found nothing but sadness. This has to stop now.
"I am falling, and if I let myself go I'm the only one to blame"
I am only steps away from the edge.
No second thoughts. I've decided. This is the point of no return.
5 is enough right?
~NP~
Revelation 5: Why do I feel this party's over?
Time and time again I come back to this scrapbook of memories. I hear no applause, for there is no audience. I write this entry to nobody but myself. It is time for my accomplishments to be made known.
I've tried doing the traditional blog, and I got nowhere with it. I lost my inspiration, and with it, my creativity. Anymore when I try to conceive a new story in my imagination, I rehash an old tale of lost love. I am so sick and tired of preaching my soul to myself, because that is not who I am. I have tired what everyone else out there has tried and have found nothing but sadness. This has to stop now.
"I am falling, and if I let myself go I'm the only one to blame"
I am only steps away from the edge.
No second thoughts. I've decided. This is the point of no return.
5 is enough right?
~NP~