Crash.

I can feel the momentum building already. One that is building faster than my heart, my head, or my body can handle. My brain is urging for it to be over but my limbs are not with me. It's not that I don't want to be here anymore and finish this without a big ordeal, myself doesn't seem to want to finish. In this sense I'm my mother's daughter, starting overly-ambitious projects and letting them collect dust halfway though. Physical projects, I can handle in a heartbeat and I can do them well and with exceptional motivation, but this, this is something different. This is my thoughts, all my good ones, all in one package.

I don't know what I'm waiting for.