I feel so insignificant right now.
in a way, it feels good.
nothing I do matters, really. I suppose you could think of that as a bad thing, but right now I see it as something good. It’s comforting to know that no matter how badly I screw things up, it won’t matter. In 100 years or so, no one will remember any of the stupid mistakes I’ve made. And for now, maybe I did mess something up. Big deal. Maybe I embarrassed myself. I’ll get over it, and everyone else will forget.
I know that right now I’m just feeling good and this probably won’t last, but I’ll take advantage of it while it does last. I’ve been living a life of fear for too long. I say that a lot, but that doesn’t mean I don’t mean it any less. I just never act on it. Well, I’m getting better. I’m trying. I am.
