I give myself plausible reasons why I should not go though they are truly just empty excuses. I juggle the two up and down in the air; not knowing which one to catch next in my hands. Which option am I supposed to believe in? Always with this last minute struggle in the hours before. The temptation to call it quits before I even get going. One after the other these reasons and excuses grow. It’s easy to throw in the towel but harder to get up and fight. No one can make the choice for me except me. I know that if I don’t go, I’ll only hate myself more for backing down. I have to be strong enough to stand up.
Don't mind me, I'm justanervousgirl. 