I just worry that I'm constantly not enough. I just worry that I am living in some demented universe where I am not seeing the truth of things. I am scared to feel and place my trust. All I seem to do, easily, is take it away for the smallest reason. But it always comes back. I just need to be happy and not worry, everything will work out. It has so far, and it always will.

12:01

I love being blurred, so much. It's wonderful. I need more and more.

6:58

I just need to be able to open up, I really do.

7:37

Busy bees do not ponder, or wonder. They just go from point A to point B with the best intentions in mind. But they do not go out of their busy circle. They stick, and see if another busy bee will come by.