Overwhelmed

School may be a burden on life right now, but it won’t be, come this summer.  Winter break, I’ll be starting to learn how to play the guitar, and I may be adding vocals to songs written by someone.  I’d like to have my own guitar and digital piano by graduation.  A graduation gift, you could say.  If I do these things, I will be happy, despite any associated fears.  I like to think that with time, those fears will dissipate, somewhat.

A fellow OD’er revealed that she’s tired of keeping social anxiety to herself and wants others to understand her, so she recently began posting in a public blog, where people in her life who don’t know her on a personal level can read about her experiences and thoughts.  For a while now, I’ve been contemplating about actually posting videos on my Youtube channel.  Things preventing me from doing so are:  fear, school/time, lack of the proper equipment.  It seems that editing takes quite a long time, from what others have said.  So, again, nothing would be decided until after school is done and out of the way.  I have a lot of ideas floating around in my head, though; no one thing in particular.  It’s sort of exciting, really.  We shall see.

And, we now return to the land of papers and finals.  A-thank-ya.  Oh, and a song.

Rachel Platten
Overwhelmed

We make patterns out of stars 
and we whisper little prayers 
To be somewhere that we’re not 
and if we’re good it will take us there 

But then the light comes through the dark 
and our questions fall apart 
It’s just the beating of our hearts and the still of the midnight air 

And I get so overwhelmed till it’s hard to tell 
what I’m thinking 

We get down down down 
we feel sorry for ourselves 
we get down down down 
we all need somebody’s help 
Let’s get loud loud loud till there’s love and nothing else 
‘Cause the more that you give the more that comes back around 

So we hide away our hurts 
and put band-aids on our fears 
and we lie to all our friends 
move along there’s no problems here 
but then the orchestra will start 
and the violins appear 
and a simple little melody has us fighting tears 

And I get so overwhelmed till it’s hard to tell 
what I’m thinking 

We get down down down 
we feel sorry for ourselves 
we get down down down 
we all need somebody’s help 
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‘Cause the more that you give the more that comes back around 

But the hardest part is the way things are 
and how quickly fingers will bleed 
and the grace we need is not in magazines, 
it’s just space, in between, when we breathe 

I am down down down I feel sorry for myself 
I am down down down and I need somebody’s help 
let’s get loud loud loud till there’s love and nothing else 
‘Cause the more that we give, the more that comes back 

Down down down 
We feel sorry for ourselves 
We get down down down 
We all need somebody’s help 
Let’s get loud loud loud till there’s love and nothing else 
‘Cause the more that you give the more that comes back around