Old me, Where are you?

What have I done this far?
Everyone is already getting further from their starting line. They seem like already running far from where I am now. But here, I'm still not ready yet.

It feels like people are asking that I'm trying hard enough my butt off. That I pretend to struggle. Time is rushing me. It told me to hurry.

Somebody please, read my mind. Whoever it is, please understand me. I need something to rely on. I don't know how to gather back my broken pieces.

I ask myself hundred times a day whether I'm sure of myself. But I'll regret it badly if I stop now. How do I console myself? Help me.

Where is my old self? She who is strong. Someone who doesn't even scared of how worst tomorrow will be. She really believe she could reach the world. When everyone againts her, her feets are standing still at the road. She is fearless.

Please, be here!

How could I stand still? This road is getting scary but I should keep walking on.

Can anyone trust me? I'm getting desperate more and more. My mind are getting lost.

Old me, please be here.