"Still, every day, without fail, I was there, sitting upon my perch, my judgment seat, to await the arrival of sunrise."

 

I don’t really understand my feelings anymore. And I would like to say i am fine, that i am cool with the way things are going. But then there is this ache caused by something i can’t figure out. Is it the pressure of what everyone is expecting me to be? Is it loneliness? Is it fear? I have no idea, but its just getting worse.