Between Leaving and Wanting To Stay
I'm scared now... I'm scared coz it's real and I can't take it back.
It's finally getting through to me - In approximately 2 weeks, I'm leaving. Leaving friends, leaving comforts, leaving stability, leaving steadiness...
Leaving home.
Earlier, I said I wanted to. Don't get me wrong, I still do. It's the only way I'll ever really manage myself independently. Most people would admire me for the courage to will it. The truth of the matter, though, is that they fail to see the anxieties behind the mask of bravery.
In every bit of technicality, I know I shouldn't be thinking about the what if's and just live for the anticipated moment. It is, however, easier said than done - just as most things in this life are. There a million things that make me want to just glue my feet to the ground, just as there are a million things that make me want to flee. It's confusingly ironic, but life's like that.
So I try my best to keep the doubts at bay; I fight the gnawing hesitation as much as I can. That is, until my strength gives out. Then, all that's left of me is the breakdown - for once more, I become scared and utterly vulnerable.
But that still doesn't help my dilemma - leaving and simultaneously wanting to stay.

