I can’t stand doubt, the way some people can’t stand guilt and some people can’t stand judgment.
It’s like an anchor weighing you down, a shadow whispering thought after discouraging thought into your head. Like being in a room filled with thousands of buzzing bees, BBBZZZZ BZZZZZ, so endless, so overwhelming you can’t even hear yourself think, not even one second, oh no you don’t even have a chance.
You can’t see it when you turn around. Can’t take it by the hand and ask what the hell it wants. Can’t scream bloody murder to it, tell it to fuck off and go haunt someone else. No you can’t, thanks but no thanks, everyone’s got their own ones, tailor-made to drive them insane.
But maybe you shouldn’t. Maybe it’s not as evil as you thought, sometimes. Maybe it can do you some good after all. Maybe it can offer another way to look at what you’ve done, what you’re doing, what you want to do, a way that you in all your glory can never look through yourself.
Maybe you should just stop and say out loud, “Okay, so here’s the deal. This is what I want, now let me hear yours. Let’s do this together, you and me. You know my number, let me know.”
Unfortunately, as with many other things in life, ain’t it just easier said than done?
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