At 25 I feel old and broken. I'm too scared of the future and too stuck in the present whilst the past is too long ago. I have few true friends - none of whom are local, family who I love but can't be truly frank with and at some point things are gonna blow up in my face. Too scared to go to the GP, too scared to admit how truly shit I'm feeling - and I don't have a sui plan as my get out. I'm back in this place again. Did I ever leave?