To thee I cry

You know how it is when you feel like you may be a few inches from falling off into an abyss?

I feel like that everyday now. As everything gets closer and things start to overwhelm me, I wonder exactly when I'm going to fall. Off.

Maybe it'd be soon. Maybe I'll fall now, and hopefully, the abyss is NOT an abyss and I'm able to stand up when I reach the bottom and start clawing my way to the top again.

Or maybe it's not as simple as it sounds. Maybe I'm meant to fall, never having to get up again.

Maybe this is it.

Maybe my contentedness, happiness, my smooth-sailing is supposed to end here.

I mean, I keep thinking that God has a plan for me, right? What if this IS his plan? He meant for me to fail to learn something.

Thing is, I DON'T want to learn something. Call it 'being too comfortable' in my own world, but I've been having it good for the past 17 years. Please don't let my fall be now.

I hope this is just me being paranoid. I REALLY hope this is the case. If it's not... I'm so screwed.