Iím rather confused. Hoping you could help me out.
Iím trying to remember the years, yet all I can see are patchy images. Its blurry back there, and the farther I look the dimmer it gets. So I try to recount the years, one by one and then memories start to creep back. Not all the memories, just a few, enough to satiate my needs for a small while. I count back from now: newly 18 and entirely unsure of why I am here, how I got here or what it all means to me.
Life, Iím scared. Iím scared I have done something wrong, that this isnít the journey I was meant to take or maybe I am not looking at it in the right way. I am afraid that I canít be happy again, if I ever was. I am afraid that all these words people are shoving down my throat of insanity and depression are catching on to me and I donít want to be that person. I donít want to be depressed, Life. Please donít let me, I have gone too far for that. I know that much.
Still walking beside you,