Balloon

I'm familiar with trepidation. I know that I have to face the foolish things that I've done or said, but god, it's so hard to do it. It gets to a point where you're just like, 'seriously? again?' I'm so tired of having to feel this way. Of always having something to be shy or embarrassed about, or sorry for. It's exhausting.
I feel like a balloon where someone's let the air out of me, deflating slowly, rather than being popped. I'm just so completely drained of anything that could make me care about something right now. There's no passion searing my vision, or making me write.
The only reasont aht I'm even posting is because of a lack of drive. I jsut think... Tomorrow. Tomorrow, I'll feel dandy and happy and I'll jump up and down and know that I'm awesome.

I'll know that I haven't alienated my friends, we've just faded apart. That I'm not annoying, just special.
I'm a glittery balloon.