You know how messed up it feels like when you can't seem to stop worrying over the smallest things. Even though you tell yourself that ain't nothing gonna happen. A Worry Wart they call it. Though I tried to get my head around this issue, somehow or another it just managed to apparate back into my mind.
Like, fuck you. Stop making me think about all of these.
Sometimes you feel like telling your brain to stop embedding images of the possibilities of the future ahead of you. The bad ones, I must add. If only CTRL-X applies to these situations. Cut those nasty thoughts away.
However, without these paranoia going on, I doubt anyone of us stay rooted to the ground. At the very least, these worrying thoughts let us distinguish between reality and fantasy. A pain in the ass they might be, but still...
And as I'm typing all of these, one by one, those nasty thoughts that got me worrying all day which led me to create this post is back in my head, greeting me with a "Hey, nice to see you again!"
Goddammit.
Like, fuck you. Stop making me think about all of these.
Sometimes you feel like telling your brain to stop embedding images of the possibilities of the future ahead of you. The bad ones, I must add. If only CTRL-X applies to these situations. Cut those nasty thoughts away.
However, without these paranoia going on, I doubt anyone of us stay rooted to the ground. At the very least, these worrying thoughts let us distinguish between reality and fantasy. A pain in the ass they might be, but still...
And as I'm typing all of these, one by one, those nasty thoughts that got me worrying all day which led me to create this post is back in my head, greeting me with a "Hey, nice to see you again!"
Goddammit.
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