ironhalo

It's sunday night. I got off work and found myself in a comatose sleep. People called me, I don't remember responding with coherant speech. Tommorow I have to re-cast the mold that I've found myself in. It sounds wierd to say, but I feel as if this is the end of something in my life, and tommorow will be a new day in more than one way. The paths in front of me are beginning to branch off in so many possible ways, and the next nexus in my life is fast approaching. I don't know what I'll do. I don't know what will happen. And it's horrifying.