The truth is I'm scared. I'm scared I will get tired and start to lose my concentration. I'm scared I will never find my real motivation in time. I'm scared of getting distracted again after hearing updates. I'm scared of failing people again and seeing or hearing their disappointment. I'm scared of disappointing myself again. I'm scared of losing people and things I treasure now. I'm scared I will change back to the old me where I don't care. I'm scared of unwanted changes. I'm scared that maybe it is indeed too late to regret.
Its like this period of time where everything just seems to be falling apart, nothing seems to be going my way, nothing makes sense at all, all the fears start to come together, making me have alot of doubts in mind then I will just think over things alot when I'm alone and even with a group of people.
I don't know whats wrong with me, why I'm starting to become like this, how I got into this shit mess, but all I know is the pain is just too real, really feels like I'm drowning.
Don't you miss being truly happy like the times when you were a kid? Because I fucking do. Yet I know I can't go back and have the same kind of happiness twice, and I seriously do regret taking things and people for granted way back in the past.
Don't you miss being truly happy like the times when you were a kid? Because I fucking do. Yet I know I can't go back and have the same kind of happiness twice, and I seriously do regret taking things and people for granted way back in the past.