Too many things, too many decisions to be made, too many what ifs. I still feel so lost, though I guess I'll just have to listen to the same advices given. Maybe because I'm really scared to face another failure. And I'm scared I'll take what is actually my prority now for granted. Or that I missed my chance. Even though nothing has started yet, I'm already feeling that I need a break from everything.
At times like these, sometimes I wish that for once I can just grab a pack, sit somewhere alone with a drink and fucking compose myself. But no I know I can never do that, because I'm so fucking dependent and I hate being alone. Sigh.