Feeling nervous is yet another feeling in it’s own.

I love the nervousness that I feel when I’m getting ready to dive into the limelight, and pour out whatever I have for the many watching me. It’s exciting, and at that moment, there’s a hurricane doing it’s rounds within my insides and even though I feel like I just might throw up at any moment, the feeling’s something that can’t be explained.

Because I love the light, the action and the joy that radiates and emanates from everywhere. But the moment you say something weird and awkward and make me feel like what the hell is going on, I feel the bad kind of apprehension. It’s flat out in your face, and I don’t like that. It’s equipped and endowed with negativity, and I don’t like that.

I’m sensitive. I know.

I’m working on it. Maybe you could too.

x EdgyShark x


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Posted on July 19, 2010, in Existence and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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