Nelly Furtado – Do It lyrics

My Fears and Anxieties

          My deepest fear is the fear of living an unhappy life. I’m
afraid of setting goals, high standards and expectations because life has the
tendency to fail us all. And although failure is good for us sometimes, most of
the time it just seems like I’m either not good enough or I don’t deserve that
one thing I want.

          My
second deepest fear would probably be having my trust broken because that’s the worst play in the world. To
give up yourself to someone, to become extremely vulnerable in another person’s
eyes just to have them strip you one more time and to leave you naked and
hopeless. That’s the worst. To be vulnerable, depending that you won’t get hurt
just to find out that in the end, you become what you’ve feared in the first
place- naked. So now you know.

          Ok.
Here’s the truth and I’ll just come clean about it. I’m afraid of everything.
Everything that could hurt me and everything that looks like it could hurt.

          I’m
afraid of guns, I’m afraid of dying and I’m afraid of frogs. I’m scared of
getting my heart broken and of breaking someone else’s as well. I’m scared of
being alone and I’m scared of big crowds (both because people have died either
way). God, I’m afraid of everything and that just sucks.

          I’m
afraid of everything. I’m even afraid of life. But hey, I’m like that and what
am I supposed to do?

          But
if there’s one thing I’m not afraid of, it’s facing them. And that’s the only
thing that keeps me from being a coward.

Word count: 280

My Fears and Anxieties

          My deepest fear is the fear of living an unhappy life. I’m
afraid of setting goals, high standards and expectations because life has the
tendency to fail us all. And although failure is good for us sometimes, most of
the time it just seems like I’m either not good enough or I don’t deserve that
one thing I want.

          My
second deepest fear would probably be having my trust broken because that’s the worst play in the world. To
give up yourself to someone, to become extremely vulnerable in another person’s
eyes just to have them strip you one more time and to leave you naked and
hopeless. That’s the worst. To be vulnerable, depending that you won’t get hurt
just to find out that in the end, you become what you’ve feared in the first
place- naked. So now you know.

          Ok.
Here’s the truth and I’ll just come clean about it. I’m afraid of everything.
Everything that could hurt me and everything that looks like it could hurt.

          I’m
afraid of guns, I’m afraid of dying and I’m afraid of frogs. I’m scared of
getting my heart broken and of breaking someone else’s as well. I’m scared of
being alone and I’m scared of big crowds (both because people have died either
way). God, I’m afraid of everything and that just sucks.

          I’m
afraid of everything. I’m even afraid of life. But hey, I’m like that and what
am I supposed to do?

          But
if there’s one thing I’m not afraid of, it’s facing them. And that’s the only
thing that keeps me from being a coward.

Word count: 280

how come i can’t just be better? why is all the anger in me anyways? what the hell did i eat in the past 2 days to be like this?

how come i can’t just be better? why is all the anger in me anyways? what the hell did i eat in the past 2 days to be like this?

i haven’t cut myself in 2 years. one because, god, it’s gay. two, i’m waaay more mature than i used to be and i can now handle my own problems without the use of any sharp object. 3 because i promised my mother i wouldn’t that day she almost brought me to a shrink. 4 because i’ve been to church camp and i now “believe” that my body is a holy vessel that i should take care of and blah blah blah.

ambot na, james. seriously.

i haven’t cut myself in 2 years. one because, god, it’s gay. two, i’m waaay more mature than i used to be and i can now handle my own problems without the use of any sharp object. 3 because i promised my mother i wouldn’t that day she almost brought me to a shrink. 4 because i’ve been to church camp and i now “believe” that my body is a holy vessel that i should take care of and blah blah blah.

ambot na, james. seriously.

i forgot how much losing sucks ass.

it’s

up

to

you.

i dont understand you

tonight is the Friday ive been talking about. and it feels worse than it did the first friday. tonight i feel like i’m lacking something. and tomorrow won’t be better.