Looking back at older posts does get me thinking if I am currently doing any better or worse.
Am I still hiding somewhere in a corner? Or am I still finding my way out? Or probably, I am already out of the cell but not wanting to face it?
There are things that I had never done and I did it. There are things that I had never said and I said it.
I am scared of who I am becoming – like I do not know who I am anymore. Not knowing what I like and what I do not.
I am scared of what I am getting myself into – like I do not know which direction I am heading to. Not knowing what makes me happy and what does not.
I think I just need to hang in there and put myself out of this unnecessary misery.