It's funny how I certain things can drive you to that same child-like level of vulnerability,
When you were completely convinced that you had grown up, and left that side of you behind.
I'm not used to this, no.
Not at all.
It's an uncomfortable experience that I do not wish to have to get used to,
because It makes me feel helpless, useless and without any form of hope to hold on to.
Fear and doubt is building up to a climax, because yes, it is extremely appropriate to Fear something I have no control over.
I'm not ready, not by a long shot.
But of course, the truth, the only truth that lies in this.
Is that I have no say in this, and whether I'm ready or not,
whatever happens, will happen.
This aching aching head.
I would honestly love some sleep.
But the moment these eyes are closed,
those thoughts, a million and one thoughts,
be they good,bad or just downright insane,
come flooding in and yes, once again.
I lie there powerless to do anything.
It is not up to me to decide.
But please, don't do this.
It's not right.
It can't be.