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Friday, December 17, 2010
How and when will I break this shell I'm living in? Breaking free I must before I lose everything that I want to be. Before I end up leading a miserable life with no hope of finding who I really am. But HOW? How can I not be that fuckin nice guy I am? How can I go for what I want, not what is proper or what I can get?
Sometimes I wish I'd push my hands right into my chest, grab that hateful thing fear that's holding me back on every level, and throw it away as strong as my arms can go.
But then I remember... I'm too afraid to do it. The flame always die out. It died out last April, gradually but surely. It will die out again, that is if it ever was extinguished again.
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Maybe it's even worth rationalizing it; what is it exactly that you're afraid of? Taking the step and failing? Even so, so be it. At least you'll know, and you'll seek for alternatives. Let alone you'll be freed from all the what ifs.