i am

exhaustion

wake up

snooze

alarm snooze

up

sweatpants are fine

anxiety, nothing ever goes as badly as expected but the build up is terrible

whats going to happen

everyones stuff is so good, i should have spent more time on it

i went with my gut, my guts no good

whats gonna happen?

no ones gonna wanna talk about mine

yikes my turn

wait listen wait

nod

half smile

breathe

its gonna be ok

nothing i didnt know before

im alive

this is where all the stress comes from

insecurity, why?

i belong here, i got in and i am passing

but yet i still feel this sense of not belonging

not being good enough

but i am

i am

i am

i am

just keep telling myself

repeat over and over, and live life and enjoy what im doing

im trying

i try harder everyday its just a matter of finding that drive

it seems to be missing alot mostly in the times when i need it

but im tring to find where it hides so i can shine the light on it when its in need.

im confused and so is my writing

but i dont care and neither does any one else

so its fine

i dont care anymore

im here and thats all that matters

i am