Its nights like this where I just can’t help but cry. I’m over loaded, I’m constantly tired, I fall asleep without knowing, and I can’t even think straight. I’m stressed, I’m scared, I’m worried. It’s almost 1 AM in the morning… and I swear, I’m falling to pieces.
I’m SUPPOSED to be able to handle this. I’m SUPPOSED to know what to do. Truth is, I can’t and for once, I really just don’t know. I’m not what every one expects me to be. I’m not as smart as I come off as. I’m not that ‘walking bag of charisma’ everyone thinks I am. I’m not going to be the miracle success story I’ve always wanted to be.