I’m a worrier. When I came out of my mother’s womb, I worried that I was gonna be born into a family that treated me wrong, into a life that wasn’t for me, into a world that was filled with pain. When I was five, I worried that I was gonna hurt myself playing on the playground, that I was gonna get in trouble, that I wasn’t gonna remember my ABC’s. When I was thirteen, I worried that I was gonna look stupid on my first date, that I was gonna get grounded, that I was gonna get shot at school. When I was sixteen, I worried that I wasn’t gonna pass my driver test, that I was gonna get an STD, that I wasn’t gonna graduate. When I was twenty-one, I worried that I was gonna get a DUI, that I was gonna lose at the blackjack table, that I was gonna have no future. When I was thirty, I worried that I was gonna get fired from my job, that I was gonna get a divorce, that my children wouldn’t grow up healthy and safe. When I was sixty, I worried that my grandchildren wouldn’t be happy, I worried that my life wasn’t worth it, I worried that I was to die without a reason to have even been alive. When I died, I realized that all I did in life was worry, and that is why I died unhappy.

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~ by roychi on March 5, 2003.

5 Responses to “”

  1. …hmm..*sigh*..

  2. hi roy~ haha …did u see zion i today on campus?!! fack yeah!! baii~ take care

  3. That is really true . . . some people just need to freaking live.  So I noticed that everyone and their dog blogs on xanga.  Unless they are from Utah where you have to pretend that you have no sex drive and you don’t go on line for fear that you might “accidentally” fall upon some porn site.  So tell me, Roy . . . if I had a page like this, would YOU read it?  I miss you!  *Adri

  4. word up to all ur entires roy..especially about failing and turning to christ..thanks for the suggestoin about the sleep disorder, the mos def works quite good…bump the bass..relax…ill try to chamomile soon..stay up…PEACE

  5. roy…. wsup boy…. remember me?!! 😛 leslie…. just sayin wsup.. dayam it’s been a long time

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