Perfect song for the weather and mood I'm feeling. O_o.
The light splash reminds me of the tingle in my throat. The stress of everything boils down to physical manifestations... you can call me Gimp, I guess. From the forearm hurting to the bruises that happen to appear out of nowhere... I don't know if these things are just spontaneity at its weirdest or if these things are of my, unconscious and/or intentional, (un)doing.
The forces (by the way, totally need to stop watching Star Wars here... I'm getting too Jungian for my own good... or is it light force?...) within me are just pulling me in opposite directions. I'm supposed to write with purpose, write with the intention of objection--and here I am actually scared of what people might say. People have called my stuff inappropriate and shouldn't be allowed to go into production (thank you, Bosses, for believing in my story and for refusing my edited/sugarcoated version of my skit)... I've faced worse criticism and yet, here I am, afraid to speak my mind.
The forces (by the way, totally need to stop watching Star Wars here... I'm getting too Jungian for my own good... or is it light force?...) within me are just pulling me in opposite directions. I'm supposed to write with purpose, write with the intention of objection--and here I am actually scared of what people might say. People have called my stuff inappropriate and shouldn't be allowed to go into production (thank you, Bosses, for believing in my story and for refusing my edited/sugarcoated version of my skit)... I've faced worse criticism and yet, here I am, afraid to speak my mind.
I hope this goes away soon... I'm expected to actually write opinions and critiques in the next few months and the last thing I need is failing at something that I thought I was decent at.
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