Have you ever felt like you’re in the middle of this abyss with nowhere to go. Perhaps you needed to take that leap and just flounce yourself into the deep. But somehow you’ve grown to fear jumping, to fear taking that leap into the unknown and instilling oneself that you will die if you even think about it.

There it is, you’re just standing on the edge, thinking you should have taken the other way around. But there you are, on the edge again. Thinking perhaps that you want to see what’s down there.

Gosh you just feel fucked in times like this.