A troublesome mind. - 29.10.2009 23:07
My mind is making me crazy.
Worry worry worry. Worrying makes me sick. Then there is all these things I think about, I don't have to.
I don't accept, I ask why. Why would somebody do that? Why is something as it is?
Why am I still afraid of the dark? Is it really cause I am afraid of what might be? Is it really that old memory? Or is it more that I have a hard time seeing in the dark?
Maybe it's not the dark I am afraid of.
Maybe it's the unknown. The things that could happen, things that won't happen. Maybe it's the fact that I have no control at all.
One day I'll be happy. One day I'll be sad. No control, no control. One day I'll be alone. One day I'll be together. No control at all. One day I'll succeed in whatever I wanted to do. One day I'll badly fail.
Why worry about it?
Worrying is taking more out of me than actually doing it.
I have to go for it.
Suta
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