| Saturday, September 09, 2006 |
| Choices |
| I don't want to be pushed. I don't want to be ushered. My feet feel unsteady ground and everything seems like quicksand. Time has a way of showing us the right path and the truth of things. I don't want to later regret it. I want to take my time. Things just don't feel right. I feel there's something else; someone else. It's too much way too soon. I'm still shy where I shouldn't be. I don't trust myself. Things get fuzzy and I get confused. I feel my heartbeat accelerate, my breath comes in short gasps and my knees go weak. I feel like clay. Something to mold to a whim. I want to be sure of myself. I don't want to be swept away. I want to stand firm. I need strength; the strength only time will give. I need a clear head. I don't like the fog around me. I...I'm not sure anymore. I feel too much presure. I feel too much. |
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| I'm usually a really nice person. U know the kind: funny, good listener, fun loving, talkative, bla bla bla... I can also be moody, bitchy, brutally honest and mainly a "just don't give a damn" person, but this isn't my normal style, contrary to popular opinion |
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