At least for tonight, I have broken the barrier of public sharing and started my story.
Now I have to decide if I continue, when I’m not high. I’m terrified.
I don’t want to be William Hung. I don’t want my first public share to prove I’m not as good as I think I am.
Without sharing, we can assume everything is perfect. All it takes is one fan to say yes.
I have always had the confidence that my writing was worthy of reading. But I’m also logical enough to know that I could be wrong. I might pull back the curtain and the pretty girls are laughing at me.
I have modeled my life around the concept of please don’t yell at me.
I have modeled my life around the concept of please don’t be mad at me.
I have model my life after please don’t be frustrated by my failure period
I have modeled my life after semicolon how may I be of service?
I am fueled by the smile of My Success to make you happy period
Dot dot dot and I am alone.
Caught in that place between not wanting to look pathetic on Facebook comma and show that I’m a happy guy comma but without the ability to ask.
I never learned to ask.
He might have yelled at me.
I learned that asking off and irritate people comma so instead I modeled my life on answers period
Inside secret: having answers is the easiest job in the world. You say I don’t know the first time, and remember what you said for the second time. I live a life of learning just a little bit more than the people who are willing to pay me
A stray thought comes into my mind, and thanks I wonder how this would do as a Craigslist post?
If I have hours of video, but I’m afraid that when viewed the part that makes me famous won’t be the part I want to be the part that makes me famous. With video, the bullies will attack anything for a laugh.
I know that addiction. I love that addiction period I am off and accidentally offensive comma because I went for the laugh when I shouldn’t have.
But as work go at least this wouldn’t you get a laugh period