Why am I thinking so much?
I really don't have to, you know. I really don't.
So why do I?
It's times like these when I wish I wouldn't care. I wish I could be satisfied with mediocrity. But alas, I can't. I'm cursed. I can never do anything because I'm so wary and selective.
I envy people who have the power to be rid of a burden with a shrug of their shoulders. I envy people who carry themselves with all the security and assurance in the world. I envy those who have that "the devil may care" disposition.
I wish I had that.
But I don't.
I guess I better get back to work, huh?
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