I don’t know why, but I just seem to have this fear hanging around me for the past few days. It’s this very sick feeling in my stomach but I can’t figure what’s it all about.

I’ve been curbing the urge to just go ahead and light a stick. After what has happened, haven’t I learnt a lesson? Why am I even thinking about it?

I’m pondering a lot these days. Finding answers to my questions, comfort for my flustered self. Every night I lay in bed, exhausted from the day’s work, but my thoughts keep me awake. Instincts tell me something’s not right. There’s this bad omen lingering in the air, refusing to disperse. What’s wrong?

You no longer feel like you anymore. I can’t differentiate right from wrong, and I can no longer tell what’s true and what’s not. All I can do now is stay positive and keep the faith. Please, don’t prove me wrong.

insecurity;
clarice