; I probably speak from the peripheries of irrationality, the rearview of overriding pessimism, according to a wretched past which has countless times proved to be a mere figment of my oft unreasonable imagination. Indeed, the fear is just a fear. The feeling of impending doom is after all just a feeling- a feeling without actual, palpable consequences.
Nonetheless, the fear itself is real, the feeling is still tangible. And until this sad image that I have in my head materializes, the thoughts in my head will never change.
I have been living my little world for too long; I am now finding it hard in trying to differentiate between what is real and what is not.
