joshof13thfloor

I wish I could better describe my true feelings in words.

Right now i'm feeling so very incredibly odd.

I feel like i'm at the cusp of some great turning point but I can't move forward and the anticipation is fucking killing me.

The back of my brain feels like it's itching.

I see all my dreams before me but I can't decide which course to take. What shall I do, who shall I be?

I honestly do not know.

Fuck, I feel like a caged animal. My mind is prowling back and forth and back and forth in the cage that i've built for it.

Do I go back to college? Do I pursue my wrestling career? Do I finally try to tackle my great white whale and go forward with the comics?

My dreams haunt me like poor Jacob Marley haunted Scrooge, rattling their proverbial chains in the bedchamber of my mind, warning me of...something? What?

Sometimes I honestly wish for a hit to the head in the wrestling ring that would wipe all of this away. Yes, that's stupid and immature I know, but it would be a welcome silence from the ever present noise that is the buzzing of my unfufilled wishes.

Damnit! I can't get it to stop!

*scratches back of head vigorously*