Insecurity. You are the bane of my existence. You are all that I wish not to be and yet find I am nothing but. You are both my past and my present, as I look to end your role in my future. You are the turnstile that limits the flow of confidence in myself. You are a troll beneath a bridge, past which lies the grass that is greener. You are an empty tank of gas, because of you I go nowhere. You are clipped wings on a pet parrot; limiting, cruel, unnatural, controlling. You are the washing machine that eats only one of my socks, you make me feel incomplete. You are a hole that I have been digging throughout all my life. Trapped in your depths, I see no horizon. I am incapable of experiencing either sunrise or sunset. I can only see clouds pass above me as if they were opportunities, of which there are infinitely more that I don’t even know exist. The further I dig, the more likely this hole will collapse. Relegated to a pit of darkness, my only solution is a leap of faith.
Insecurity, you are the Bane of my existence. I’m Batman.
Reading my VCN script from two years ago and i’m cringing so hard. Some of the “funny” scenes is ridiculous… hahhaha