The thought of giving up something that I loved made my heart sink. The thought of maybe giving up made me cry. The thought of losing everything I worked for that made me happy made me sink. The thought of stopping made me think, “Maybe I should just stop. Maybe I’m not good enough. Maybe I just can’t think of anything… or just can’t.”
This frustrated me and made me feel weak or like I was gasping for air.It was like my heart was pulled out and turned upsidedown.It killed me.
My mind just stopped.I tried to consentrate on everything I could do, but nothing came afoot.
I tried to avoid it,but my passion for it kept me going at even my most desperate attempts.Whenever I thought about it you could see my personality dampen and my expression and eyes grow weary.
To stop and think about something else to do was hard.But for some people its all the same.My feelings for this made me grow closer, but now I feel so far away.I reflect on nothing but becoming lonely. But I can do nothing for I have no inspiration.