Short Doses of Paranoia

I was reading an article in the parlor a few weeks ago. I was waiting for my uncle to finish with his haircut when I happen to pick up a back issue of cosmo. It was all about successful women and their first jobs - What did they do and what did they learn. Every night, I wonder if one day I'll be able to do the same. In fact, I'm paranoid with not making it. I have to so that I can finally prove so many people wrong. I have to because I have to prove myself doubting self wrong. I have to because I need to and I want to.

from tumblr.

Most of my paranoia attacks have been livable. But I've come to realize that I am but a crazy one with a sober heart.  That I am a dreamer without a backbone and I am a free spirit without passion. Sometimes I wonder if being me is ever enough? I wonder if being me would finally be enough to so many people.

Wishing to shake it off (yes, listening to Florence + The Machine),

Someone Anxious