Ever have that feeling of losing all sense? Everything going straight to insanity? It's a little disorientating, but non the less fascinating. All the time I search for something that could explain it. This overwhelming feeling of something looming in the distant future. And I think I know what it is, I think I have figured out where this nervous twitch stemed from. This fear of telling her that I am leaving. Of telling the woman who has raised me since conception, the woman who has always held a roof over my head. I fear the consequences of telling her that I am growing up, that I am my own person and I just can't stay here any longer. But these thoughts of abandoning my home are almost too much. They threaten to pull me to the edge of my strength and independence.
I know that the only way I can truly grow up, is by leaving. By going out on my own and facing the world that has fallen so far. A world that has fallen to an age of destruction and ignorance. And though I will learn to be strong and learn to fight for what I want, I am still anxious. I still fear the unknown. And I always will.
