It's coming to me again, the distress I feel. It found me and I ran away far too long that I'm face to face with the reality that I might not be what I thought. I stopped to look back, saw a trial of burning anxiety leading up to my disappointment here. Was it enough? Is it enough?
Now I hesitate to keep on the path I'm going, tempted to stop. Because It came back to me with all the evidence I never knew, telling me what's really going on. Something I was always afraid of, not fitting in. Well just have to wait what I decide to do, maybe this isn't the end? Just today I saw a similar face like mine so. Honestly I'm going crazy, never felt this in the last 3 years since. Am I doing something wrong?

Kindly ignore this if you please, I'm just breaking down from a lot of paranoia. Unless otherwise.