miss autonomy.

i hate this feeling of not knowing what i should do, or what road i should follow. it’s confusing and theres that incessant fear that whichever way I go, I’m bound to reach a dead end.

I’m at the point of two turning points again. there’s one where I know I’ll be looked after, thought the world of, except I’ll never truly be myself. I’ll always have that one thing missing. and that was the comfort of the other turning point.

the other turning point has caution tape, blocking me from taking that road. I want to tear it down but each time I try I get tangled up and discouraged. the only thing that keeps me going towards it is that feeling that irreplaceable feeling that you can’t find with anybody else. I’ll do anything to go down that road, but only if the caution tape is brought down.

but for now, I guess I’ll travel down the first road.

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