worrying gets you nowhere


I'm a worry wart. I am a certified worry wart. I love to worry, well, not love. I am just so used to worrying about everything that I worry even when there is nothing to worry about. I just do. It's like waking up and breathing for me. I worry. It's my thing.
I worry about things and people and it kills them. I worry about my friends, my work, my family, B, J, and the world. Hell, I worry about nothing, I mean, literally nothing.
J hates it. He tells me to ease up on worrying coz I end up dissecting every single thing and putting meaning to things that really have no meaning. Or worse, creating situations that don't really have underlying tones but I try to find one and won't be satisfied until I create something out of nothing. It drives him crazy and it makes me nuts.
So I wanna stop ... I really do ... but I worry that I can't stop worrying about worrying and that worries me.
See? *toinks self*

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Hi! Let's all try to add more positivity in this world and adhere to the saying, "if you don't have anything nice to say, keep silent."

Showering you with unicorn poop so you'd always stay magical! Heart heart!