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so lately i can only say that i feel like i'm drowning.
every time i get something done, something else falls on top of me.
whether it's a family thing.
or it's money for school.
or something at work.
or with my friends.
or just with me.
i'm going crazy.
stop and breathe it was just an awful dream, a nightmare, a night-scare. nothing to worry about. . .
i feel like my life is a movie and there's this constant soundtrack running.
going between tragically sad music, and really angry music.
i just don't know what's wrong with me.
whether it's cold feet or something else.
i talked to my mom last night, it was amazing. we just kinda cried together for a half an hour, and at the very end of it, she just hugged me and told me that as long as i know what i'm getting myself into, as long as i'm one-hundred percent sure of what i want...i can make it work, and that she supports me.
i'm growing up.
i've just gotta keep swimming.
i can't keep treading water, because my body is getting tired.
that's what this summer has been.
my last kids summer.
of mistakes, and late nights.
of random hang outs and stupid jokes.
i'm not saying i'm not gonna have fun ever again.
but i probably won't ever be as careless(not carefree, because i definitely wasn't that) as i was this summer.
i've found it again.
my will to work.
my will to make things work.
and all of the drive and ability that i have culminates and manifests in a single emotion.
drowning me.
i've just gotta remember not to slow down.
i am mark sharrow.
every time i get something done, something else falls on top of me.
whether it's a family thing.
or it's money for school.
or something at work.
or with my friends.
or just with me.
i'm going crazy.
stop and breathe it was just an awful dream, a nightmare, a night-scare. nothing to worry about. . .
i feel like my life is a movie and there's this constant soundtrack running.
going between tragically sad music, and really angry music.
i just don't know what's wrong with me.
whether it's cold feet or something else.
i talked to my mom last night, it was amazing. we just kinda cried together for a half an hour, and at the very end of it, she just hugged me and told me that as long as i know what i'm getting myself into, as long as i'm one-hundred percent sure of what i want...i can make it work, and that she supports me.
i'm growing up.
i've just gotta keep swimming.
i can't keep treading water, because my body is getting tired.
that's what this summer has been.
my last kids summer.
of mistakes, and late nights.
of random hang outs and stupid jokes.
i'm not saying i'm not gonna have fun ever again.
but i probably won't ever be as careless(not carefree, because i definitely wasn't that) as i was this summer.
i've found it again.
my will to work.
my will to make things work.
and all of the drive and ability that i have culminates and manifests in a single emotion.
drowning me.
i've just gotta remember not to slow down.
i am mark sharrow.