I'm afraid that I'm wasting my life.
I'm afraid I'll never get anywhere.
I'm afraid that my own frailty will prevent me from following my dreams
I'm afraid that my dreams aren't even possible for me anymore, if they ever were.
I'm afraid of growing too old with nothing to show for it.
I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid.
Time is running out.

Okay I have to admit, I'm only making this so I can do my post-in-every-month thing. So, how are you? This is January. I'm 22. Gosh how time flies.
wellp bye.