PRESSURE. That is all I feel inside and it's filling me like a balloon on the edge of popping. They always say to try your best but what if your best isn't enough. Would you take someone who doesn't know how to swim to the middle of the ocean and say do your best and watch as they sink down into the inky depths of the sea. I am sinking deeper and deeper unable to breath as the expectations of others drag me down by my feet.
I am fed up with this need for approval and I have had enough. I am me and it doesn't matter if I am not enough for you because I am enough for me and there is no one else I would rather be. I will write for me and if you choose not to follow thats fine you would just slow me down. I like it better with just me and my thoughts because I'm used to being a lone wolf.
