Acid coming up from my stomach, bleeding knees, scattered thoughts. How long will I feel ill at ease with life? Fear of failure stops me from improving my situation. A month of reprieve, only to return. Is it fun? Is it getting me where I want to be? I am spending the money I worked so hard to save helping others achieve their goals, doing favours for friends who never call me. Crippled by my own faults and afraid to get what I want, thoughts of an easy way out have returned. Also, thoughts of running and wishing for a new start.
