I hate wanting to be great at a lot of things, and then fearing I'm just going to have to live with being OK at a couple of things, and pretty shitty at others.
I hate social "rules" and I hate how sometimes it's OK to break them. And I hate how I weasel my way out of that by deciding it's not my place to break them.
I hate how living/eating "carefree" can feel like failing. I hate how sticking to a training plan/nutrition can feel rewarding and yet so fucking restrictive, even unhealthy.
I hate waiting for my "adult" life to finally begin and know what I'm suppose to be fucking doing with my life and contributing to the world.
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