Tough.
My future, that I don't even have thoughtfully planned out, is crashing down around me. I can't take this weight on my shoulders any more.
I will endure pushing myself harder than any other person; and still come out behind in the end.
Consistency of failure is said to make you stronger. But, it is slowly tearing me into pieces of the person I once was.
How can I be stronger if I am only part of what I was? How can I be sure of anything if my whole thought process is now being questioned? How can I be confident if everything I believe in, everything I stand for, everything I support, all my hopes, dreams, oppinions, and thoughts are inconsistent and confusing to others, so they are uncomprehensible and therefore wrong?
I can withstand someone telling me my outcome of hard work produced amazing results as well as another person saying the complete opposite; that my produced piece of mind is repulsive and unacceptable. Highs and Lows.
But I swear I'm going to cry. I'm sick of trying to be tough.
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