Skoraj vse, za kar sem kadarkoli skrbel,
se nikoli ni zgodilo.
And there I was again, lying on my floor, crying again. Shaking. Searching for inner strength and coming up empty. My eyes burned, and my mouth was dry as I sucked on air that seemed to keep getting thicker and harder to breathe. I tried to calm myself down using my old tricks, but nothing seemed to be working. So I ended up leaning my forehead against the door, feeling defeated and wishing the universe would come for me in all his silky, black glory. There has to be a way out, right? A way forward, clear of all this murky air and fog. A path that leads me back home?
