Reflections

Looking back over my days I see there is always one constant, worry. My younger days all I worried about was which Barbie I should play with, if my teddy bear was feeling neglected, if my dog was getting enough love. Stupid little things that every child worries about. Now I am always worrying about if there is enough food to hold us over until the next support check comes, worry that we will get in a car accident while we don’t have car insurance, if the heat will be turned off since mom hasn’t been payed anything yet, worry if my mom will finally give up and stop trying. I worry how people perceive me, then wonder how I can change that. All these things I worry about, but the world hasn’t stopped yet, people haven’t taken notice yet. I still get up and go to school .Then more worries get added on. Will I fail chemistry? Can I even learn chemistry? More worry on top of worry. The only time the worry goes away is when I go and be a kid for awhile. People think I try to annoy everybody. That I try to be childish. I don’t mean to, but that’s the only time my worries go away. If people would get to know me, then maybe they would see that I am a normal person with abnormal problems that make me the way I am.