Somehow this has become the new lingo - sort him out, sort yourself out, sort things out, sort it out with you. The word "sort" seems to be misused as another degrading term, and I could get a lot more used to it, since I definitely have tons of things I believe I have to sort out.
When the feeling of lethargy kicks in, it's almost the hardest thing to fight away. I can't describe how tired I am - mentally, physically (probably just weak), daily. How does it feel like when you're waking up everyday knowing that you're gonna sleep a little more?
One thing I've learnt is this - it's much safer to write stuff here because you don't have hundreds of people preying on your statuses and waiting to shut it out. Great place. I'm happy I've found a place for free expression.
Certain sentiments make me feel as if all my life I've been living someone's plan, been someone's pawn, wore someone's shoes, and tried someone's clothes. It doesn't fit, and neither do I. I don't belong in your league; somehow someway we just clicked.
Living my life for others in a jaded fashion,
trying to live up to every single expectation.
Who are you to say that there's no salvation
for a rebel like me who dares to be different?
Seems like too many expectations have drowned my capabilities. I only wish we could take one step at a time, but I'd rather run. I'd rather run now than to have to learn how to fly, 5 months down the road. And that's when you'll realise not everyone is born a natural pilot, or not everyone can really fly before learning how to run, or that if you try to fly with your wings tied up the crash is inevitable. Make grand plans, and make good ones, because we might need it in the near future. Brace yourselves - it's gonna be a thrilling ride all over again - except this time, your pilot has changed.
Time to go sort myself out.
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