I’m sitting here with a struggle going on in my head:
listening to friends whose job it is to nurture your dreams
listening to some stranger who doesn’t give a rat’s ass who I am or what I do or don’t do
Part of me wants to listen to my friends who care about me while this pounding, militant voice is telling me I should listen to this stranger because they are giving it to you straight.
Friends mean well, but they don’t want to hurt your feelings so they tell you you’re fantastic when you really aren’t. They don’t know the struggle you have wanting to do everything but what you’re supposedly good at. And if you don’t want to do that one thing every waking moment of your life, then you might as well give up because you’re not who you think you are.
I just wish I knew why I struggle with the one thing that means anything to me.
All of my dreams have turned to dust and I do nothing about it.
is wrong with me?