Come find me.

I feel alone. I am alone. In this shit, anyway. Or any other shit, for that matter. Is this what they would call a panic attack? Because I sure am panicking. I am genuinely scared. I don't know what to do. Well, actually I do. But I don't know how to start. Where to start. I need someone. Something. A miracle, perhaps? Or simply motivation. Right now I have an inspiration but it's obviously not very effective. I'm so lost. I am about to burst into tears. Anytime now... Who am I kidding? That shit never happens to me. I contain these unwanted feelings inside. That's not good, right? Not healthy at all. One can only take so much. Well I guess this sort of helps. This is my escape. Got nowhere else to run, anyway.

I guess in retrospect that was not too bad. It was merely stating a fact. Dragging me back to reality. That person did me a favour. But that does not change the fact that I am still afraid. I can barely sit properly. To say that I am feeling queasy is putting it mildly.

But like they always say, "You gotta start somewhere." Anywhere? Okay. I guess it's time I face and conquer my fears because hey, what else can I do? It is the only way I can move on. The only way I can fulfill my dreams. The only way I can be free and live happily. So that is all for now. Wish me luck!