I don't know anymore...
Hello there mortals! Tremble and despair (or rejoyce, up to you really), there are events unfolding of which I feel all of those who know me should be aware of...
I have lost my intiative. I have become one of the people I hate. I am floating through life, just going with the flow I know leads to my doom and destruction. I try to move and fight it, but I just use up energy struggling and not moving. What bothers me the most is that I've lost motivation in my most beloved of activities to the point I can't hang with my friends in it...
I can't express myself like I used to. Me! I'm afraid to let others know what I think and feel! This isn't RIGHT! I've never had that trouble, why does it have to happened now? Just before I go out on the most important time of my life to date? I read my first poem on stage today, and those words that I've recited and read too many times to count, now come with such difficulty I forget them and stammer in front of others. My heart was pounding to the point I had to get off stage when I was finished and just jumped down, wanting only to sit and breathe.
And I'm filled with doubt of everything. Can I still do the things I love? Can I still run with my friends? Will I even go onto what I want to do? I don't know what is wrong with me! I feel like I need help and don't know who to turn to. I have many friends, but feel alone. And I'm so cliche I can taste it with my every breath.
This is Red Phister. Out.
I have lost my intiative. I have become one of the people I hate. I am floating through life, just going with the flow I know leads to my doom and destruction. I try to move and fight it, but I just use up energy struggling and not moving. What bothers me the most is that I've lost motivation in my most beloved of activities to the point I can't hang with my friends in it...
I can't express myself like I used to. Me! I'm afraid to let others know what I think and feel! This isn't RIGHT! I've never had that trouble, why does it have to happened now? Just before I go out on the most important time of my life to date? I read my first poem on stage today, and those words that I've recited and read too many times to count, now come with such difficulty I forget them and stammer in front of others. My heart was pounding to the point I had to get off stage when I was finished and just jumped down, wanting only to sit and breathe.
And I'm filled with doubt of everything. Can I still do the things I love? Can I still run with my friends? Will I even go onto what I want to do? I don't know what is wrong with me! I feel like I need help and don't know who to turn to. I have many friends, but feel alone. And I'm so cliche I can taste it with my every breath.
This is Red Phister. Out.