I started searching for different places, different people, and different things. It all just sort of put me in greater dispositions and life just grew further unstable. I started...hrm..letting things slip away from me. Whether it was people, opportunities, even my own art and stories.
Things that could have been meaningful, I began to lose my desire to take a chance on them. After awhile I just wanted to sleep more. But I couldn't sleep long at all. I had to be strong. I had to use what time I had to create messages and experiences!....Some started to notice that, and they'd tell me to slow down or to take my time.
But I couldn't afford to do that. I really should have done that. I felt myself bending and breaking, but something began happening...
I became afraid to even talk about my problems. How stressed, and terrified, and tired I had become. I couldn't...trust in anyone anymore. I couldn't be vulnerable otherwise..people would just go away because I was a problem. I've always been a problem. I just...slowly began folding in on myself and working more...and more...and more..
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