Can I say something? I feel weaker day by day. I’m standing, but I feel like I’m just Pretending to swim, not to drown in the water. I feel like I’m on the edge.

I’m not sure where I am, what world I’m in, or how the atmosphere of the air is changing life; it’s fast, so fast that it has the speed of a train, but I’m at the edge of the railway track, and I’m afraid I’ll lose track of life.

Why must everything be done completely? I’m sure I’ve come a long way for myself, and now it’s our turn to go a long way for the world.

But why such a speedy decision? It feels tiring, but if we stop to take a breath, do we become losers? I’m not depressed, but I’m not sure I’m the only one who feels this way. When pretending to be alive, why does one feel such guilt or emptyness? Am I the only one who has nothing to offer the world?

Why do I keep having the sensation that my brain is melting? Melting in the tears? But I want it to be solid and not crumble because of some people, but why do I have to be scared, wanting to flee, feeling this just because I was hurt because I made the wrong choice?And I keep losing others? I don’t really know if this is a statement or a question I’m asking myself.

Is this really my brain melting or my heart?

My life seems pretty simple and easy; I have everything that people struggle for, so why can’t I be settled?

If I am just pretending to live, then why do I always want the best or something that I will never have? Is this really normal? I wanted to be normal, fit for the world. being immature to become Mature is dangerous because I feel a dangerous sea wave hitting us on this path.

If this is anxiety, why does it strike when I’m doing nothing or even when I’m not in danger? Feet moving backward, heart feeling cold, eyes becoming anxious, a fearful glimpse in the eyes, a thousand thoughts racing through the mind, and feeling like a loser.

I wear myself out. I doubt myself; this is me!

But am I the only one?