My mind is now reeling over facts, fiction, fears, demons and other things which lie ahead.
To stay and fight or to run away like I usually do.
Words from the conversation, push their way into my conscious at the most times, sending me into a whirlwind.
I want to cry but I am precariously balanced over the edge, of emotional turmoil.
For the past couple of days I have locked my self into my own little world, doing the mundane aspects of life, hoping to keep it all together, because this time when I break its going to be a big one...
I usually vent - get it out in the open with the people I am safe with, but this time its different. I am scared to let them know. For what will they think of me?
And my new friends, well I dont give them a chance... it is easier to close the door than deal with the risk..
that's life at this moment.
