Its right there. Its all right there in front of me. I have two envelopes on my desk. In those envelopes are four other envelopes, along with a letter thanking the reader for agreeing to write my reccomendation letters for college applications, and requesting they make four copies and seal them in the included envelopes. I've thought of just about everything. I'm prepared. There would be three envelopes on my desk but the third one is in my messenger bag, ready to be delivered. But it hasn't been, actually. None of them have been delievered. The dates on them are two weeks old.
What's wrong with me? Why do i hesitate with these things? Why do I tell myself that its what I want so badly, and then do nothing to bring them about? Why am I so intent on destroying myself?
And then there's just the fact that there's SO much to do, and only one me to do them. But I can't help but think that I only use this as an excuse really. Who else would do them anyway? I guess I have to suck it up, but doing these things without help feels hopeless. Like I'm doomed without someone else input. Maybe its a self confidence thing. maybe its reality. Maybe I'm just afraid of my own success, and I trick myself into thinking I'm really just afraid of failure. I wish someone could help me sort this out.
I wish I was strong enough to sort it out myself.
What's wrong with me? Why do i hesitate with these things? Why do I tell myself that its what I want so badly, and then do nothing to bring them about? Why am I so intent on destroying myself?
And then there's just the fact that there's SO much to do, and only one me to do them. But I can't help but think that I only use this as an excuse really. Who else would do them anyway? I guess I have to suck it up, but doing these things without help feels hopeless. Like I'm doomed without someone else input. Maybe its a self confidence thing. maybe its reality. Maybe I'm just afraid of my own success, and I trick myself into thinking I'm really just afraid of failure. I wish someone could help me sort this out.
I wish I was strong enough to sort it out myself.
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