Wednesday, October 05, 2011

Blindsided

I'm nervous as hell but I'm too scared to do anything about it. I think I'm not ready but I pray that I'm wrong. My heart is beating like a hammer, waiting anxiously for the day to arrive. I know I should do something about it but every time I'll distract myself instead. Finding reasons to delay the inevitable. And before you know it time is running out. I should spent my nights preparing and thinking of what to say but instead all I do is wishing I was there with you.