I’m Going to ‘What If’ Myself to Death

I’m serious.

I screw up a lot because I over react.

And now I’m ‘what if’-ing all over the place.

I’m stressing myself out over something that might be nothing.

But it might be something.

Oh, man. I’m a mess. I’ve got to get my mind off of it before I explode. This is not something that should stick in my mind. It really shouldn’t.

It might not be so much of a problem if this hadn’t happened many times before, but things were supposed to be different this time. Maybe they are, but I wouldn’t know because I’m stressing out and not giving enough time for the other side of the story to be heard.

I’ve heard the intro before. I’m hearing it again. I’m just waiting for the middle and the denouement of this story. I could read it to you like the back of my hand if this was a chapter from the book of this relationship that has already been written. I’ve got it memorized, just like I know I’m going to have to pee when I get up in the morning. It’s that regular of a thing. But this was supposed to be a new chapter, so I’ve got to give it a chance.

Patience is the key.