Emotions are so peculiar. Sometimes I think that I feel too much, extreme highs and extreme lows. Sometimes I think I don’t think I feel enough, like everything is numb. But I guess that’s how I am about everything. Ambivalent and indecisive. They say that thinking is good, but I do it too much. Always calculating and weighing odds towards my next move, but I get so caught up that I never make it. I lose myself in what might happen to the extent that I never find out what will happen. So scared to speak out, so scared to speak. It’s like my thoughts in it self are more detrimental than anything that my thoughts for see. To grow is to break free from the shackles of comfort. Nonetheless, here I am, wanting to reach the stars, but too afraid the break chains on my hands. Ambition without will. Dreams without action. Desire without motivation. Fear is my bane, but Batman isn’t going to defeat it, I have to defeat it.
