i'm losing my grasp on time. i can't remember the day, and i find myself wasting it away. when did life pass me by? i'm still young, and i still have time, but why do i tell myself there's always more time? i guess that's one thing i have to change about myself. after all, they say it isn't the fear of death itself that so many are scared of, but rather not having enough time. so what am i doing waiting? i wish i knew.
i dwell on the past and live in my imagination, thinking of things that could have been or could be, yet i never take action. i already look back on so many things and wonder, 'what if,' and i hate myself for never taking the chances that i could have taken. i don't even know what it is that i'm so afraid of- is it the unknown? change? the fear of failure? of happiness? of being hurt? why am i the way i am, when courage and the ability to say and do what one may feel or want comes so easily to others? do they feel the same way as me, but overcome it? or do i read into things too much?
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