Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does.
I wonder any of you has this kind of feeling? Feeling lost, worry and fear. Fear of the coming incidents. At least, for now I feel that way. Probably i am going back soon, going back to place, fight for my future, face a lot of problems again. Staying at home is so much difference, less things to be worried. I know I aint alone there, but I feel so much insecure. And I know i have changed, change to someone afraid of everthing, I need to get back my confidence.
I think too much again. Anyway, i am fine. No worries for me.
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