these mis-interpretations and over-analyzations are making me ill. this has to stop. these reoccuring fixations of what we want to believe is being presented and the reality of what it really is produces stress. i'm never going to be anxiety free and that kills me. the fact of the matter is i need to stop worrying so much. the hardest thing to admit is that "i cannot make everybody happy". yes, thats the truth.
then i think, what is life with no second guesses and doubts? would the eventually "good" outcome be so worthwhile if the stress wasnt to accompany it? i have always thought that way, but then i think "i'm not sure" because is all this anger and uncertainty necessary? is it? and really? how so? why?
these are the things i will never understand. so step it once and breathe.
just remember i am going to be fine.
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