I'll admit, I've become no fun and I'm sorry. I wasn't always like this. I'm stuck in my box and moving outside the lines will make me useless. I have anxiety - that's one way to define me. I get so worked up that I can't breathe.
But there's better air near the coastlines and in the mountains, with a touch of cool.
I just need to get back out there and feel the world under my feet. It's not an egotistical thing - it's a place, and escape from my day to day, and I cannot say I'm sorry for leaving.
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