2:00 a.m.

Oh, 2:00 a.m., my old friend. It’s been a long time since you and I whiled the hour away, together in our loneliness.

I spent you awake, acids eating at my gut, worrying about the state of my career, pondering if I will eventually die old and undistinguished, with nothing to my name save for a few scribbling no one ever read.

Disgusting as it is, hunger for recognition kept me awake, coupled with the sour taste that comes with fear of disappointment. Chased by the suspicion that I am, in fact, lazy.

Life is normal if I’m once more wasting 2:00 a.m. with simple fears of career failure.

I’m a genius, you see. It’s just that nobody else realizes it.

-TLOTH

Addenda:

  • This silly anxiety is appreciated; it means I have no major life crises.
  • Sometimes the worst thing anyone can tell you is that you have great potential.
  • My aspiration is to be happy, or to continue with being happy. Somehow the second addendum has tied itself up in this.

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  1. iamsam-antha reblogged this from ladyofthehouse and added:
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  2. shovelbum said: If there is one thing you are not is lazy. Hope you hear soon, better to know regardless than wait, that’s the worst.
  3. glitterbubbles said: I am familiar with your blinding and awe-inspiring genius, my Lady, and I hope you will have the recognition you so fully deserve!! xoxoxoxo
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