At War

I felt so weak today. Not being in the place I wished to be, did affect my mood badly. I have probably never felt so much lonely in my entire life. At least I can't remember so.

This road is too dark and dangerous. The very light that guided me so long has turned into an weapon of infinite confusion. I have really nothing left with me, except myself. How could I afford to lose my self confidence then? I can't. The hope for external help only creates more torments. I must believe in myself, I must believe in myself, I must, I must.