My thoughts turn into ash in my mouth by the burn of uncertainty and fear.
I’m all out of ideas and strength.
I don’t know what to do or where to go.
I hate this uncomfortable feeling crawling on my skin. I hate not knowing what my plan is.
I don’t know what I want out of this life. Isn’t that ironic? I am given so many opportunities and all I can do is go blank.
I can write, I can data mine. I can study your brain, I can help you find solutions, and think out of the box.
I can’t tell you with any certainty what I should do, though.
My God, this is so frustrating and I feel so defeated! I always have a plan. And now I just feel lost.
No I have no idea what’s wrong…except for me. I’ll insert a smile anyway and tell you I’m fine.
No, you can’t fix it for me. Lord, I sure wish you could! I would let you!
I’m stretched so thin that I’m translucent.
My candle is burning at both ends and in the middle.
What do I do? Who do I become? Even things as simple as “What do I write next?” … I have all these ideas swirling in my mind, more faint than *options* , but I can’t catch a single one. They fly too quickly and have too much uncertainty with them.
Is a safety net turning into a noose?
Or am I about to ruin everything?