i want to feel excited or scared or opinionated.
real excitement without anxiety.
real fear of anything other than cockroaches.
real opinions that i can express without regret.
my life moves so quickly, i pull everything in & absorb so much information that by the end of the day my mind is blank. you could ask me anything and i wouldn’t have an answer. i could be driving in the snow at 80 mph and not feel one bit of fear. i could hit a bump, lose control, hydroplane and it wouldn’t phase me. you could punch me in the face & i’d probably shrug it off. “i’m a million different people from one day to the next” but i just want to be me. who am i again