Why is it that whenever I have exactly what I wanted in the palm of my hand, I start to let it go. Why can't I just be content with right now? Why do I have to strive for more and more. I'm so scared that I will never truly be satisfied...

I really do have a knack for screwing things up. I'm such an idiot. And now hes out having fun, probably not thinking about me at all, and I'm home and hes all I can think about...