Trapped.

Trapped. That’s my biggest fear. Like being stuck in the carpool lane unable to get out for miles and miles. Like being stuck with an article of clothing that I didn’t like anymore but couldn’t return because the date had already expired. Like being stuck in a relationship, defined as his other half unable to escape. Trapped, as if my whole life has been planned and I cannot flee. Trapped in my self-created abyss. Trapped.