Sometimes I'm just wondering if I'm doing things right, if I can be good at anything particularly.
It feels like I'm running after time, but running away from something else at once, trying to live every intense thing I can experience before each opportunity is gone. I'm afraid it will just result for me in doing a little bit of everything without being consistent in anything.
The thought of it is especially dreadful to me, but I don't really understand it, not to mention I'm leaving Cardiff almost forever in two months, just at the right moment I was starting feeling really right and bonding with so many wonderful people.
All these thoughts make me want to cry.
This place has become meaningful and dear to my heart, as I changed so much this year and that I'm rather proud of the person I am now.
I just wanna curl up in my bed with someone to cuddle and tell me everything is gonna be okay.