I can't figure out why I worry so much. It's like a disease. Nothing seems to get easier or go away and I can't seem to wrap my head around it. Like, this is life. And being only sixteen, it shouldn't be so bad, right? I don't know what my deal is. When you're old, isn't this called anxiety? Ewh.
But thus far in the school year, things have started to change already. Some people are distancing, and I'm getting closer with some people, which is good. It's good to know who you're important to. It's a good feeling. However, when some people can't seem to even work up the nerve to care? That's kind of hard. But I guess that's growing up. New people are intimidating. Some are nice, some are judgmental, but I guess that's how people are. People I haven't seen for a while put knots in my stomach, as well as ones I've never met before. It's a good thing, but I shouldn't get ahead of myself. Because generally, I tend to be pretty invisible. Which can be a good. Nobody wants to stick out like a sore thumb, in a bad way. Everyone wants to get noticed in a good way, right?
Putting some people behind you is easier than you think, but some people showing up again, that might not be so great sometimes. Ex's and oh's, right?
It's almost autumn! Good things should be on the way. If not, oh well.
Fingers crossed, of course.
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