I’m worried sometimes that things will go wrong, diffirently to what I’d expected them to.
Sometimes I’m so scared about the future that that I feel you fee sick in my stomach.
Sometimes I’m so tired of working so hard and loosing so much everyday.
I’m sad that they are the way they are, even though I can’t help it…
I’m somewhere in the middle of something, but not to sure what it is…
I’m not you sure?
Are you?
Sometimes I think that I know, then I think that i can’t and sometimes i wonder if i can – but most of the time i wonder what else can be done…and then I start thinking again.