Damsel in distress has never been my style, so you'll forgive me if it's become rather difficult to ask directly for your help. Perhaps I do not portray the correct body language and such. Slouched shoulders, heavy steps, one word answers and a defeated expression don't do it?
Sarcasm aside, I know I have no right to complain when everything I have is because of you. But sometimes its nice to be noticed. Nice to be paid some attention. I'm not a machine, as ludicrous as it may seem. I don't guarantee a repeat of the results I've been blessed with thus far. Its this last bit that troubles me the most. Hangs over my head like a black cloud. Round my neck like a noose. Across my skin like a blade.
I'm afraid. I live my life in constant fear of the next failure instead of living it relishing in the little victories of the present. I know this, and yet, do nothing at all to change my circumstances. (Clearly) I need some help. I think that's just what I wanted to say. The point of this is simply to ask for your help.
Help.
