I’m so scared right now. I don’t know what will happen, and while in the process of attempting to control the outcomes of my future I keep drowning in feelings of discouragement and anxiety that push me onto my bed and under the sheets. What motivates me to keep working are these feelings of debt that I have towards those that believed, and continue to believe, in me. Can I really do this? I need to work harder to do it. I can, and I will.
This will happen, and I can’t wait to look back and laugh.
If walls could speak who would they be faithful to?
When friends come over will they speak about you, or speak about me?
Tell all of the stories about the things that people can’t see
Allowing our secrets to run wild and free