Why do I feel hurried these days? Why does it feel like I need to hurry fate before it leaves me wanting? Why have I become desperate, yet again?
I guess it's a mixture of being reminded by my aunt that I am getting old, and that I am old. :-) and the fact that I don't have career options because I satisfied myself with being stuck worthless in fear. :-)
Yes, I'm waiting for someone to guide me. Because just as always, I don't have a mind of my own. Just as always, when I am alone, I am lost.
But do I really need to hurry?
