And you think, "I'm just wasting my time, I'm wasting being me, being this beautiful age?"
You feel guilty.
And stuck.
Shouldn't I be making an amazing mess of myself? Shouldn't I be giving my life away? Whatever happened to the girl who wanted to do that?
I toy with wanting to be the best ever at something sometimes.
But I'm not; I'm flaky instead.
Oh, I'm very aware I'm too hard on myself for no apparent reason. And I know it sounds like I'm discontent; I'm really not. On the inside, I'm happy and confused and looking.
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Sometimes, you just have to wait and other times you have to get what you want yourself. I think college is one of the waiting times until something speaks to you and tells you what you really want. I doubt I'll be the best at anything. But it kills the time to try.
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