Indecision
I thought I knew what I wanted, I could've been sure. With bad scenarios, I was haunted. Things that could go wrong? Galore. I remember saying what I wanted to be with confident smile on my face, but by merely thinking into a possibility, I lost my steady pace. Now I'm stumbling, lost in the middle, emotions crumbling, and with all this, unsure how to feel. They say there's still time, but can you understand? I just want to get to that stable place in my life, and have everything go as planned.
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