and i'm too lazy to capitalize right now

but i figure that i really do have issues with not knowing the future. i can't stand not knowing how things will turn out in the end. it's a patience problem, it's an anxiety problem...i'm just a problem in a problem with a problem, period. i can't even go to bed because i'm worried about what i'll dream. i'm worried about what tomorrow will be like. i'm worried i won't look good tomorrow for cody. i'm worried that if i get into that bed right now i'm going to lay there for hours and start freaking out and i will have horrible dreams, and wake up in a sweat at 5 am and hmm, that was a nice, restful sleep.

worry worry worry worry

i hate when you have a gross taste in your mouth

and i hate when your eyes hurt

i hate knowing what time it is because if i could play with one thing it'd be time - go back in time, freeze time...time is not relative

but it ticks away...and away...

every minute that goes by, my life is shorter...why am i wasting my young age away?

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