Emphaticallyjack
Tomorrow was at the forefront of my mind. A realm of endless tragedies waiting to happen... Crippled by fear, I sat alone.
Who had caused such atrocities...? Was it... me? No, I'm not capable, not powerful enough, not... detestable enough. I'm the good guy. I'm a good guy....
My hands cracked, my bones fading. I felt as if I were slipping away along with my joints. My own body eating away at itself out of fear.
Is this what it felt like? With the support from my friends, my true friends, I felt I could reach high enough to conquer myself and be what I wanted to be... Not just another failure like in the past.