They say the skys the limit

Its nothing like the first time. If I started speaking in third person, would that make me look like an idiot? I’m getting sick of my I’s and everytime I just begin to feel a little better, it sinks back in. Damn.

I… don’t want to fade in the back anymore. I refuse. So, I’ll let go first.

Cast away

My confidence has sunken even further into the ground. I don’t even know how far it’ll get. Maybe its the fact that I can’t handle anything tossed to me. I hate school with a fucking passion sometimes. And sometimes, I just want to see myself fall even further to see where that gets me. I’m quite aware of who I am, I just don’t know to what extent. I feel irritable every day. I’m wasteful. And I just think that I should be thrown out, never recycled.