Monday, September 30, 2013

it's not you, it's me

The moment you start to get what you want; the things you have hoped for, wished for, worked for... the very things you dream about, think about.. write about, is the same moment that you question if it is all something that you really want. What? That makes no sense.

How fucked up is that?! Literally hours.. days on end... hoping, wishing for that thing that is bound to make your life complete. You obsess about it, dream about it, think about it, write about it, talk about it.

Self sabotage is a mutha! Why do you do this to yourself? You cannot sit here and read this and not agree with me! It's just not possible. You have some sick, distorted doubts in your mind that the things you want, the things you hope for and wish for and think about and dream about, are not really capable of being held... Not by you. You are an idiot.

Okay sorry I called you an idiot. It's just.. the truth. The truth hurts.. So does getting exactly what you have thought about, dreamt about, worked for, wished for, & hoped for and then turning your back on it out of fear. How will you ever grow? How will you ever change? Succeed? Win? Ever...?

Seriously.. get your shit together.