I am being overwhelmed, just like I suspected I would. Past wounds have yet to heal, yet life offers me no chance to recuperate and mend what was broken. It rushes ahead, making sure I can't even catch my breath, simply walking forward one step at a time. Thrusting oneself towards an uncertain future usually has that effect, I only wonder if perhaps this time I won't be able to handle it. Not once have I been so close to the steps that could lead me to every dream I've ever dreamt - I guess that's why I'm putting so much pressure on myself. In hindsight, love was meaningless, and the pain I feel because of it, is just a sign how much more I have to grow. The goal has yet to be more clear, and who I was, when I achieved my heart's desire, is slowly but surely taking shape once more. But this time around I shall be calmer. Gentler. Wiser. And as ruthless as you've never seen me before.
