I have plenty of ambition. Plenty of goals, plenty of dreams. The only thing I’m short of is faith in myself. I’m scared of living, because I know that reality is eventually going to come and bite me in the ass, and I’m going to be stuck with a dead end job and a boring life. All I’m ever going to be is ‘potential’. That’s all anyone will ever say of me for the rest of my conformist fucking life, and all I want to do is turn a blind eye to it because I’m too weak to prevent it. I hate not knowing what the future holds for me, it’s more or less my greatest fear. //
