Teenager syndrome hath struck me.
The last few weeks I was in yesterday, trying desperately to catch up with the current day, and so behind on.. everything. I am just trying so hard to live in the present that I had no time to plan out the next week. Now that I'm in the day, I can't help but look at tomorrow and overlook today. Anxiety is starting to hit a little bit. I'll be happy to get to the next chapter, however, all my ideas of what that next chapter look like, lack in desirable appeal.
Ciara, stop worrying.
I so as what happen I know . I what wanted, I know its I wanted.
photo from "Anna Amphigorously" on flickr.