I'm scared to open door numbers 1-3. They all lead to pain, They all lead to loss, they all lead to chaos. And they all lead to more choices. I have to choose. The new me is waiting behind any door. May be there isn't a wrong door just like there isn't a right choice. Then why the fear you ask? Regret. I'm scared of regretting the door unchosen.
I am so tired of all this crap. When am I gonna start living for real? I feel like I'm a chick stuck in my egg-shell. I want out. Why can't they hear me? I'm screaming at the top of my lungs.
I'm scared to open door numbers 1-3. 
