I hate the time when i start to lose my control. Lost control of the thing which already at my hand. Guess the grip is not so strong like before.
And yet, nobody are willingly to offer any help. They gather around like i am the campfire. Pointing their fingers to me. Yes, its my fault. I don't see any reasons for me to point back to others.
And the perspective start to be narrowed.
Thinking what would be next?