My Old Stories

I’ll soon be embarking on a new journey in life and frankly speaking, I’m seriously, so freaking out. I’m terrified of leaving behind my old life, terrified of the unknown. I believe I’m undergoing, what I’d like to call, a ‘post-school-life-phobia’ aka ‘pre-work-phobia’ aka ‘deprivation-of-own-time-phobia’. Well.. … … well… … there’s nothing much I can think of besides the word ‘FEAR’. I’ve been counting down since last tues and with fewer days left, the word turned from ’fear’ to ‘FEAR’ to ‘FEAR‘. Of course it’s still spelt the exact same way, but I do hope you understand what I mean. My apology that I’m appearing to be such a wimp, BUT I truely cannot help but feel this way.

Petrified.