I tried to swallow my own advice, bud ended up purging it out of my body like somebody with a sever eating disorder.
I sat on the sidelines and watched myself fail. Only because I could never follow the advice that so easily rolled off my tongue.
I was envious of the people that followed my "words of wisdom". I knew I could never be like them, and that frustrated me.
I was torn, and aware. I was broken, shattered; glued in the same spot I started watching the world advance right before my eyes. It went around in circles, Day and night, all the same; I was stuck.