let me cover all the bases
these memories are like scars -they will always be there, beneath your bandage of kisses. if i erased all the horrible images from my mind, would i still appreciate the good ones?
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you gotta want it. i do. and admitting that has cost me sanity and sleep. not to mention pride and stable feet. i let my defense down for this one dream. so what more must i give up to prove that i want this?
i've got a thousand thoughts racing through my head. mood icons just don't fit anymore, and i can't seem to get the rhythm right.
we are always searching for reasons. i just want to know that this isn't all in vain. i just want to know that there's something at the end of this road.
uncertainty can drive you mad. you find yourself trying to predict the future. they tell you to "prepare yourself for the worst"...so you do. you start thinking of all the ways it could go wrong, all the ways it won't work out. you create all these ugly scenarios in your head until you finally decide that you can't handle it, that it's just not worth it.
is giving up what "preparing yourself for the worst" is? because if i'm standing at a point in the road that leads into complete darkness, i'm not going to want to walk in unless i know the road continues on the other side. you can't prepare yourself for the worst in situations like this. you either jump in and have faith, or you turn around and head back to what you know.