Blah.Ever since I was as tall as my mailbox, I've had these little demons whispering in my ears.Blah. in General Non-Fiction More Like This
They've existed for as long as I can remember, and I've been struggling to rid myself of them once and for all, but there isn't single spell in this book powerful enough to chase them away...
So I experiment day and night, mixing my own potions and scrawling down my own remedies in hopes of removing them from my being someday.
I'm working on it, I really am...
One day I'll get rid of these demons; these insecurities that make me weak at the knees.
For tomorrow is another day.
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It is this fear that makes me human.
This..unpreparedness and unwillingness.
It is this emptiness in the pit of my stomach, and this knot in my throat.
It is the feeling that keeps my fists clenched and my lips quivering.
It's this instability-This shallow-minded, pitiful cry that is never heard because the crescendo it possesses is inaudible even with the use of hearing aid.
It's this blood that stains my socks after my heels are torn..
This sickness that won't retreat from my lungs no matter how hard I cough.
These tears that sneak up on me when I've reached the point of being overwhelmed..
This..gravity. It falls heavy upon me to the point where every step is painful.
It is this weariness that four hours of sleep cannot fix.
This doubt that no matter how hard I try, I won't ever be good enough.
This mistrust that keeps me continually paranoid.
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