I'm aware... I am

I stumbled upon an old entry from March 2005... I kept reading this line over and over and it's puzzling that now five years later, I feel as though I can relate to this all over again. I doubt it's a repeat as much as it's my ability at being vague ;)

But here I am... stuck in a situational scenario which is a direct replica of all that I dreaded, feared, hated... a dispiriting and depressing conducer of all that I've suffered before... I fear admitting to this ominous feeling. I fear for my happiness - and that’s blasphemous. Fear of loosing it diminishes it all on it's own.

The original entry is here: Into Your Hands