There are days when I feel really tired. Fed up. Screwed up, actually. Days that come after those nights. Those nights staring at the ceiling in the dark. Nights with the same ghosts dancing in my head, the same fears and the same doubts.

And, among them all, the worst of all. The doubt of not knowing exactly what to do. Not knowing which step is the right one.

Not knowing and not understanding what's going on whatsoever.

Day after day.