Confidence

I lack confidence. I actually lack a lot of self esteem. I think if you could some how bottle up all of my confidence, it really wouldn't amount to much.

But that's why I get so defensive, I am sorry, I know it is something that I sincerely sorely lack. I am working on it. But when you scratch at me and at the things that I have done, I can not help but feel like your scratching at me.

I want to walk around like this guy. He knows that he's the shit and no one is going to tell him otherwise. That's going on the list of things I am going to do. Bucket List: Sears Portraits circa 1972.

(Source: http://theshinguardian.com/2010/08/03/reader-query-lando-jersey-yay-or-nay/)

Phoenix

Every once in a while, I have a period of rebirth. Where I re-evaluate my life, my friends, my choices, everything.

I redefine myself but I can't help but feel like I am trapped in this never-ending cycle. I enter a place of extreme confusion, loss, and doubt and I force myself into coming out a little stronger. No matter how hard it is I try to make this time, the last rebirth - I always enter another period of rebuilding.

This time I am trying to come out a little bit more refined, older and hopefully wiser than before. With a new sense of style that is still me but cooler than before. I am trying to love who it is that I am.

Perhaps it is just another quarter-life crisis, or perhaps it is just a cycle I will need to repeat so that life doesn't become too boring. Whatever it is, here's to a new cycle. A new me.

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