As I sit here and think about what I believe as oppossed to what I don’t want to believe, and how I want to live my life as oppossed to how I am living my life, I feel a weight on my shoudlers. I can’t breathe. I feel claustorphobic. I feel like I am carrying around so much weight that I can hardly stand up sometimes. It’s so hard to go throughout the day a lot of the time with the things that are on my mind 24/7.
I feel like this weight won’t be lifted until I am finally true to myself.
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