Bite Sizes

One day it's a yes, another it's a no. Now, I'm living in fear. Fear for the things I didn't do, fear for the things I should, fear for what has happened and what will be.
I'm scared. I'm just outright scared. Paranoia has officially made my mind its permanent residence. I hate living like this. Not knowing, wondering, speculating, fearing, expecting the worst.
I fear if I slip up on this one, my chance will never come again. What if, the truth was that I was never good enough for anyone in the first place? That would be a bitter pill to swallow.
Sometimes I just want to curl up in the fetal position and cry. To give up, give in and surrender.

Please can you tell me so I can finally see where you go when you're gone.