The old, hurting, insecured feeling is back. Gracious!
I thought we were okay but I guessed wrong. It was still there. Ready to be "on loose" anytime something or someone messes up with the bushes. I couldn't help but feel so sorry for myself. Yes, I really couldn't help but humiliate myself like this. Punch me hard, please. In the head, okay.
My dreams are dying one by one, right before my eyes.
Even my dreams for both of us are hanging upside down, by a very fine line, ready to be separated. I feel like I am just waiting for something to happen; something that will shatter me to pieces.
In an hour, I will dare to leave this place. I will be gone before you know it. I will try to be unreachable to you, to anyone and even to myself. I wish not to feel my feet again standing on the very same ground right now. Hmm. It sounds like a line from a song. *sigh*
I need to see the light...
PS. I am simply expressing the uneasiness I have here inside.