Wallowing in self pity doesn't get me anywhere yet I still do it, almost everyday. There are so many people out there who can do the things I can do better. When I try my best all I can thing of are people who can do better in the things I do. They say each and everyone of us are made and crafted specially and differently. I've always felt that when God created me, he must have felt this child isn't going to go anywhere in life. Why can't I just be contented in what I'm doing right now? It feels like I'm being stringed along, I don't know where I'm heading in life, I'm just waiting for life to bring me wherever it wants to me go. And that scares me because I'm afraid it's not gonna be what I want.
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