Deja Dead
I can't believe myself.
I think...no I confirm.. I have no self respect. No convidence. Weak.
I can't make any decisions on my own. I fear fear itself and can't wait to perform my favourite 3 step "panic" sequence.
Scream. Run. Hide.
Bleah.
I sent resumes. Hoping like hell someone would take notice. Then comfort myself when there's no calls to think that maybe it's a sign that I should go back to school. And when I do get an offer. I ask the whole world what they think and now...I can't decided. Why? Because I'm too fricking scared. I'm positivly shaken by the idea to let someone, or some company own me.
I can't ask for directions anymore because I already know where I'm going.
I think...no I confirm.. I have no self respect. No convidence. Weak.
I can't make any decisions on my own. I fear fear itself and can't wait to perform my favourite 3 step "panic" sequence.
Scream. Run. Hide.
Bleah.
I sent resumes. Hoping like hell someone would take notice. Then comfort myself when there's no calls to think that maybe it's a sign that I should go back to school. And when I do get an offer. I ask the whole world what they think and now...I can't decided. Why? Because I'm too fricking scared. I'm positivly shaken by the idea to let someone, or some company own me.
I can't ask for directions anymore because I already know where I'm going.
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