I set foot, once again, on my biggest fear. Will life be kind to me, at last? I’m currently plagued by the thoughts of a bleak future and an overwhelming sense of uncertainty. They won’t have mercy on this already puzzled mind.
I too forever wished that time could be compromised. It’s just going too cruelly fast. Only 27 days left till the start of a new chapter. This time, however, will take place somewhere 9 miles away from home.
Living as a timid and introverted personality, words have a hard time translating my current feeling of anxiety. The sudden headaches and urges to puke can now be considered as a habitual occurrence.
What if I won’t find someone?
What if I don’t fit in with their social standards?
What if I regret this choice?
Countless ‘What If’s’ are keeping me awake nearly every night, but I guess there’s no turning back.
Slice of Bread and Life 