I’m scared to get my drivers license tomorrow. The anxiety of being in control of a vehicle is killing me. Is that strange? For my personality I would say so. I like to be in control, but I’m filled with anxiety and nerves and I’m actually dreading tomorrow.
Wish me luck, I’m going to need it.
Why do we spend our lives chasing affection? Everything we do is to get some sort of attention. But why can’t we be content with ourselves?