April 12, 2018
I make excuses, is what I do. In a way, I am like a lot of the people I disapprove of. A little bit selfish, sometimes too selfish. Worries too much about what others will think, sometimes too oblivious. A little bit lazy, sometimes too wrapped up in work it's annoying. No balance, always on the edge. Too proud to ask for help, too afraid to try something new. Sometimes I don't know what I mean by what I say, I just say or write stuff to convince myself there is purpose in what I do. I'm not making sense.