bulging eyes. sleepless nights. major headaches. hanging minds. pressure. stress. an enemy of all kinds.
play dates are getting nearer and nearer. competition's getting fiercer and fiercer. all eyes are on us. can we do it? being the center of attention is not much fun after all.
eyes burning in on me. judging my every move. i hear dictates everywhere. what to do. where to go. "you need to decide for yourself." i don't want to. i might pick the wrong one. "what is your decision?" i don't know my decision, that's why i'm asking you. "when is the deadline for what i'm suppposed to do?" i don't know. i'll give a random date to you. i'm not the one in-charge of everything. i can't do this by myself. i'm an indecisive freak. someone's gotta help me out with this.
never felt this drained before. it's as if life has sucked itself out of humanity. it isn't fun, really. misery. the want to please everyone. the need to prove yourself. the fight for what you deem right. it's exhausting. it's tiresome. it's life.
problems will always strike hard. change is the only thing constant. a kingdom will once again be built. a different era. a different setting. a different me.
right now, thesis should be dealt and done with.
i'm having problems with making fake snowballs, food, and blood. WHY? i ask. WHY do we have to do this? WHY were the projects given the hell week of our thesis? WHY? :(
i can't do this alone. i can't.
conflict
myself
- esa
- i am someone who is delusional at times. someone who seeks for attention of others. someone who suffers from middle-child syndrome. someone who sees depression as an inspiration for writing. a poet. an emotional kid. but an optimist at the same time. weird. but true.
abandoned boots
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