I see a clock.
I see time slowly running out.
This is what I’m afraid of.
I’m missing out on opportunities one by one each day because I fail to step outside.
I’ve wasted my time for long enough, haven’t I?
Have I wasted other’s?
I’m afraid, at this point.
I’ve grown accustomed to the walls that my personality has become embedded within them.
Maybe it’s already too late to “live life”?
It’s only a matter of time.

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