Anxious

Not the blog i was gonna do next, but i got to take this test at 6 tomorrow, which means i'm not gonna get much sleep. I wish i was asleep right now, but im too anxious to take this test, so im gonna probly take a power nap and wake up around 4 or somethin...

Im anxious. I have nothing to say and everything to think about. Anxious. Because I know I really don't care about 95 percent of the things I care about. Anxious. Because I believe that if I want it i should have it. Anxious. Because since i fear so little, the only thing i fear, is that I won't be afraid when I should. Anxious. Because ever since being down here, I went from doing things without saying anything, to only saying things, and not having the means to do them. Anxious. Because that last one is so applicable to my life right now, I just got angry thinking about it. Anxious. Im typing hard as hell right fucking now and nobody knows it. Anxious. Because I feel like I'm giving off the vibe that I don't care what people think, and if you can't fake that in this world, how the fuck are you going to get anywhere in life? Anxious... because i smiled at that last one, and am back to normal... I've got places to be...


Is what its
not s'posed 2 be.

Anxious became my poetry.