that ghost
I cried again there's no utter reason but I did anyways. it's scary to know the fact that at the end of the day you have to face it all alone no turning back just you and destiny. that ghost that I fear of it's not lurking outside it lies within what's scarier is that I never do realise until it consumes me. I contemplate for the things I've done wrong because time is always enemy unless I've got a time machine nothing else changes and things were permanent. I despise this feeling of not knowing you see, I'm never good enough probably because I should have never did I fit in the context because again, fear. I am in my shell making it indestructible but I know I will be needing some sort of space filled in can't say how much just sufficient to help me through. Oh how selfish must I have been to actually think of nothing but me, myself and I the world is not only me life is everything around you and I guess ther