for the audience of two... God and you

Maybe more than 2.

My head feels like it's about to shut down.

I'm scared, of what's going to happen this year.
Whether I'm going to make it for honours. I need to make it for honours.
The paths that i'm taking.
Applying for my permanent residency is going to be another headache.

God. I don't want to think anymore.
I don't want to weigh out the consequences. I don't want to live, calculating my every move.
I might as well not live.

My chest is heavy, like there's something pressing on it. Literally.
I'm not used to wearing my heart on my sleeve.
I don't think I'm about to start.

But I know this. I need You.
And I miss the other you.