Sometimes I just want to blow myself up into a bubble and float for a while, and suddenly disappear into thin air with nary a pop. Escape from everything -

Responsibilities.

Commitments.

Doubts.

Maybe I'm not mature enough for this.

I bit off more than I can chew. I am shoving everything down my mouth and trying not to throw up. But no matter how fast I chew, I can only take so much; there will always be something I have to give up, something I have to throw up. I can't believe one comment just like that is enough to spiral me down into the depths of self-doubt and shatter my self-esteem into smithereens.

I really should write more often. Smile, I can handle this.