Like bubbles, pop me now.
I am the masochist of my own decisions, I know I can but I’m too scared to do the toss instead I’d rather welcome the downs of my impulsive decisions. I am uncertain—too unsure but too ambitious. I’ve got a long list of paths but I stopped scanning through it long time ago—again, I am uncertain—I don’t know where my core went off. I have gone scared of people who never stopped going forward, I am ashamed— I just want to disappear.