If I had to describe my life, I’d use an old, run down car as an analogy. My life is kind of like a car that should be able to, but for some reason just doesn’t start. I’ve been to almost one hundred different doctors who have no idea why I don’t have the drive (pun intended) to get up and go, just like I’d go to a car mechanic near me if my car didn’t start. Not that I even have a car, this is all just an example of what I’m like as a person.
So that’s where my energy levels are at, or I guess you could say my engine. My exterior is dirty with different types of dents in it from all the situations in which I’ve been knocked around. My interior isn’t as dirty, but it has that weird musty smell that comes with not being looked after for a long time. So suffice it to say, there’s definitely something wrong with me.
I sometimes think that if I actually was a car they would’ve figured out what the problem was years ago. All my problems would have been solved by an auto electrician. Around Underwood, where I live, most of the mechanics seem to know what they’re doing, but I’m not a car so I guess it doesn’t even matter. Just to be clear I don’t live in a fantasy world, I know none of this is possible. I’m just using the car analogy to explain my situation to you.
I really want to work on myself so that I can actually live up to my potential one day. I know the people around me are disappointed that I haven’t achieved anything with my life, so hopefully I can find someone to help me as my first achievement.
I just need to find someone that genuinely cares and will give me the best car service (analogy again) of my life. Then I’ll have the drive to start my life.