I should be full of energy now. Look the future in the eye and smile. But I’m just so tired. Can’t sleep well during the nights, too tensed. The future is stressfull. I have to get a job, get myself an income. Finish school. Finish a book-project. Finish some films. Find some time to do things that I like.
And I just get up every morning, fighting my nightmares, feeling that I can’t keep up. I can’t fix being Miss Perfect, that was never for me.
I realised that a couple of years ago, but the people around me haven’t realised it yet, so here I am again, in the middle of the wheel I promised myself never to enter again.
