her white blank page

Everyone is telling you that you can do it, except the little voice in your head that's screaming that you can't. You want to believe you can, but you just aren't ready. You can't imagine being able to do it alone. So you pretend like everything is fine, like you can handle what's in front of you. You are afraid, but you really can't tell anyone how afraid you are. Will you ever be good enough? Will you ever know what to do on your own?

I simply do not know what I am doing.