I hate that I worry about everything in my life
Why is it that, no matter how much time we can put between us and a problem, it seems to just sit there. No matter how much we run from or find solutions for those irksome little things, they just sit there on the foot of our beds, laughing as we sleep.
I had a terrible nightmare that woke me up at about 3. I haven't been back to bed since. And I have work in 45 minutes. I have been debating whether this dream was just random...or maybe I really am not over something I thought I was. Either way, it was horrible. I hate that I worry so much. Because that's all this was. It was my subconcious worrying about something that cannot possibly happen. It would take so much work, and too many people backstabbing me, for it to even happen. And I know that anyone that would be involved wouldn't sell me out like that, so I don't get why I worry. I trust my friends. And I'm sure that no one is doing what it seems. It seems like someone is feeding ...someone... info about me. And...it would have to be someone who obviously knows me and the other person. And I very highly doubt that any of those people that do would do this to me. But that was the explanation that my nightmare gave me. And I have been up fretting about it, and searching as hard as a can for some clue as to how this might have happened. Because I have narrowed it down to 3 people. And of those three people...I trust two. And the other...let me just say, she IS a good person, and I would trust her if I knew her better. But...I don't. So, to say the least, there is no way someone is actually telling this other person anything. So my nightmare can suck it.
Okay...there's my silly little weird rant for the day. I'm gonna go to work. I'll probably post again. This evening.
I had a terrible nightmare that woke me up at about 3. I haven't been back to bed since. And I have work in 45 minutes. I have been debating whether this dream was just random...or maybe I really am not over something I thought I was. Either way, it was horrible. I hate that I worry so much. Because that's all this was. It was my subconcious worrying about something that cannot possibly happen. It would take so much work, and too many people backstabbing me, for it to even happen. And I know that anyone that would be involved wouldn't sell me out like that, so I don't get why I worry. I trust my friends. And I'm sure that no one is doing what it seems. It seems like someone is feeding ...someone... info about me. And...it would have to be someone who obviously knows me and the other person. And I very highly doubt that any of those people that do would do this to me. But that was the explanation that my nightmare gave me. And I have been up fretting about it, and searching as hard as a can for some clue as to how this might have happened. Because I have narrowed it down to 3 people. And of those three people...I trust two. And the other...let me just say, she IS a good person, and I would trust her if I knew her better. But...I don't. So, to say the least, there is no way someone is actually telling this other person anything. So my nightmare can suck it.
Okay...there's my silly little weird rant for the day. I'm gonna go to work. I'll probably post again. This evening.