Why do I get so manic over things that happen, regardless of whether I could have done anything about it or not. My cat disappears after moving into my new apartment, and I have a million thoughts about it. Why is it so hard for me to just relax and unwind. I am wound so tight, I can barely breath at times. Why is it that no one feels like they are deserving of me, or my love and devotion. I wish I knew what is wrong. What do I need to know that everyone else seems to see. All in all. I am glad that I am going to rest now, but I think that I am going crazy thanks to no one willing to explain things to me.
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