Some days, I feel like a walnut in
a vice. As deadlines are getting closer and closer, the pressure keeps
building. One day, I'll either be released, or crushed by the stress. I'm
hoping to be set free, but the vice is being closed tighter and tighter with
each passing hour. I know they say "Whatever doesn't kill you makes you
stronger", but when your will is fading like the setting sun, does it matter
how strong you've become?
The only thing I think keeping me
going is this will be worth it in the end. I finally can settle down forever, and hopefully, a hobby five
years in the making will become a career. My dream is to write all day at home while
having my three mutts keeping me company. It's a simple dream, but requires
motivation, determination, and sacrifices. Nothing in life is giving to you. If
you want it, you have to earn it, take it, and fucking fight for it.The last thought of the night is this: "Life
doesn't make you who you are. You make life what you want it to be."
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