22 October 2012
I feel like I am falling. Losing my identity. Losing everything I love. Falling from my sanctity.
Everyone is pushing me. Go this way. No. Go there. I don't even know, myself. I'm pulling out my hair.
So much pressure strangling. No one understands. They will all just throw their Knives. They don't care where it lands.
'It's all about the future now.' 'Stop messing.' 'This is shit.' Maybe I would do my best, If you stopped a little bit.
The worst part is the talking. There's no one there to hear. I feel like I am drowning now. It's always there. This fear.
The Weight Of Growing Up. • Opuss № I