"Please God help me..." The verse repeated itself in his head every time his metallic boots made contact with the damp ground, pools of water splashing with every step, frantic breaths visible in the unforgivingly cold night air.
"Please God save me..."
The blood pumped ferociously through his body, throat pounding and fingers throbbing. Twigs and thorns snagged at his calves, ripping into his skin through tattered trousers.
My motivation for everything else is almost gone because the internet is always more interesting. There's always something new going on here. The outside world and the internet are both so amazing and full of endless opportunities, yet I find myself constantly engrossed in the latter.
If I could have some of my wasted internet hours back, I'd use them to get to a point in my life where I could actually feel secure about my future. I could be a killer artist or musician or whatever by
I'm trying a lil' experiment here. I've changed both my MBTI & Enneagram types to Unknown, not sure for how long.
I realised I've been acting differently depending on the labels I'd given myself (or others had given me). I'm wondering how my behaviour will look when I don't have any personality types to try and fit into.
Of course, nobody says you have to fit your type to a T, but I keep attempting to because... well, I don't really know why. If I ask people for an