i continually look in all different directions for somewhere, someone to shift the blame to for this gut wrenching feeling of churning anxiety. all i know is the Creator is perfect, and does not make mistakes.why do i do anything when it's not needed?
what a rollercoaster, one minute you're so far down you feel as though you're about to slip right through your sit and the next, you're up top what feels to be the whole world, the sky within reach.

aghh.