Insomnia Reflection
So I’m up again. And I don’t know why, how, & when. It isn’t exactly insomnia or anxiety. I guess it’s because I have big dreams or long for notoriety. What am I doing? I have the feeling that the past 10 years all I have been doing is screwing. It’s such a drag. I have to put my laziness in a bag. It’s killing me. How can I, at this time of day, have so much brain activity? Why can’t this happen when I need it? I guess it’s because my “weekend feeling” hit. I want something bad enough. I have to lock myself down, no matter how tough. I have the most important year of my life in 2 months and 3 days. Will this be enough time to change my ways? I’m scared. I’m scared like I have never been before. To what awaits me on September 4th at my door. My eyes are red. I feel if I fail I’m dead. I never looked fear so close in the eye. To escape I know I must fly. I want my dream to come true. The question should be “To make your dream come true, what would you do?” I have to lose all distractions As for homework, I have to take action. Even though towards homework, I have a bad reaction. What comes from it is the success of achieving my dream and satisfaction. I have a strong, cracked fortress. Laziness, discipline, and patience are the cracks I must address. If there’s anything that can never be compromised. It’s my intellect, maturity, and resiliency that remains strong in anyone’s eyes. So yeah, I’m pretty complex. I’m still awake and worried about what comes next
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