Move away, Fear.

Because all I can do in your wake is shudder, shake in my sheer-see-through-shirt-skirt ensemble.  I don’t feel like I am moving forward, really, as much as I’d like to think I am.  I feel I am just doing OK, doing the minimum amount required for my development.
My focus?  Is not in the right place.  I want a time-out.  A break, for so long it’s all I wanted.  Til now. Up to now. Even now.  I don’t think I’ve gotten one, really.  And I’m sure I sound really angst-full and emo-tastic.  On the contrary, I do not feel hatred or malcontent towards anyone/anything.
I am simply wishing for better days, better times, for myself.
But it always gets in the way, fear.  I can’t seem to move past it.
I’m probably using it as a crutch to not leap, to not jump.  I’m so motherfucking scared of what I don’t know.  I can’t get over it.

Move away, Fear, because I want to be rid of you.