I was talking to my friend, Paige today.
We decided that we are our biggest threat. Our emotions are, anyway.
I think about everything WAY too much, and I let it eat at me until it consumes me. Then, I proceed to obsess over it until I explode. Literally. I know that it's happening when I get a pit in my stomach, and I become sullen and don't talk for a while. Then, I can repress whatever's bugging me to my inner-most thoughts and they only creep out when I'm off my guard. At night, it gets really bad--I even dream about it. So, I think I need to work on that for my future. Everything depends on my being able to be, well, sane. Not worrying and being responsible will get me the farthest. I mean, it's okay to worry sometimes, but obsessively thinking about things will get my nowhere. I get that from my mother.
I just have to tell myself, "It'll all work out. I promise."
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