I’m scared and anxious.
About leaving, because last time I left I hit rock bottom.
About being alone in a new city, because I’ve spent an entire year with my family and I don’t know how the whole being-far-away-from-them thing will work out.
About going back to university, because I haven’t written an essay or done anything otherwise academic for an entire year.
About being crushed by life, because sometimes I feel like I’m inches away from falling into bad habits that will drag me like the undertow.
About letting feelings conquer me, because I set myself up to fail in relationships and get in too deep without giving it proper thought.
And about my back being shit by the time I’m forty, because I don’t have a desk and I’m just hunched over in my bed.