Putting in time
One day, then another, then another. So many days all strung together. Where do they go? I realized tonight that I don't like to start things because I'm scared I'll fail at them. Weird thought eh? So I just don't. I don't want to be a failure. I want to be a success. My entire life others made me feel less. Less worthy, less able, just less. I just can't seem to put myself in that spot of making myself feel less. I didn't used to be this way. (Bad grammar eh?) I used to start all kinds of stuff. I used to take risks. I used to put myself out there. But now, I'm safe, secure (but oh so unhappy), in this little box I live in.