You’re just here, here.

It’s back.

I do not like nor appreciate these ugh feelings. Worrying about stuff that don’t matter as of now, fear of doing things. I’m afraid.

Why am I so broken.

God, when are you calling? When are you going to find me, & tell me why I am here. When? I need to know why I am here; I can’t go on without knowing. I’m paralysed, so paralyzed.

I don’t know what you have in plan for me, but I sincerely hope that I’d be comfortable with it.

Please don’t let me walk this earth for decades, & die without doing anything that lives on. It’s like not living at all.