My ink itch is just becoming more intense as the months go by without a scratch.
I have my first interview tomorrow and I'm continually reminding myself that I have this shit in the bag.
I'm afraid I'll look like a fool stumbling on my words.
(I don't stumble on my words;I don't quite know why I have these butterflies swirling.)
I'm atop a world of stress and happiness. never quite had the two, simultaneously.
i'm feeling like tomorrow my life is on the line. if this works out i'll be on a new journey
but i'm not going to die
i do know that.
i just have to remember what it is i'm here for.
I'm afraid I'll look like a fool stumbling on my words.
(I don't stumble on my words;I don't quite know why I have these butterflies swirling.)
I'm atop a world of stress and happiness. never quite had the two, simultaneously.
i'm feeling like tomorrow my life is on the line. if this works out i'll be on a new journey
but i'm not going to die
i do know that.
i just have to remember what it is i'm here for.