I feel like I'm standing right on the edge of my life right now. There's no pretty way to describe it. It's actually quite ugly. It's all at the tip of my fingers, so ready to crumble in my grasp, or to form into something solid, something I can hold. These things I've gotten myself into, I'd never believe.
You wouldn't believe it either. And I wouldn't know where to start, so I just don't. And I tell myself it's better this way. But I can't lose the anxiety.
It's so uncertain, and it always is. But this kind of uncertainty is one I can't get comfortable with. I can't take this on everyday, but I don't know how to confront it, or even if I should.
I'm standing on the edge of the world now. I can't go back.
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