Determined
Determined It is my heart that keeps me from looking back, at my past...but it is that very thing that scares me. Oh so many times, my throat starts to clench up and tears start to form, my hands grow shaky and my limbs grow weak. My anxiety level shoots up, and my mood is bleek. I am not myself, when this happens It feels like no one, because the darkness clouds around me, sometimes I can just shake it off, while other times--I have to talk myself out of the more insane moments, I don't care to... Sign in to see full entry.