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...written on 2009-03-03, @ 10:53 p.m.
Bone tired and brain dead. Dragging an energyless body through another day. Blurred-soft and fuzzy and cold.
Use the indicator and the radio to keep me awake-another hour on the road. Drive blind on snow streaked roads.
Cry softly when I throw all my frustration into another piece of work I just don't get. And maybe, just maybe it will work out right. Maybe I'll get somewhere and maybe I'll be good when I get there.
I want to be important. I want to change the world for someone. I want to be a person who does great things but instead, sometimes, I feel like I'm drowning in all the things about me that aren't so great.
People keep telling me that I'm motivated and ambitious and whatever else. I just feel tired and stressed and lazy because it never seems like enough. So where do I find the medium here?
When will I become someone good? And how do I survive being a "good" person?