"You're wishin' too much, baby. You gotta stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone oughta be.”
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someday my imagination's going to kill me. coming up with a thousand and one possibilities which are absurd from an outsider's point of view but yet very probable to me. the worries which plague me are baseless, unfounded, illogical ones, but they hover over my mind, crippling me from doing anything else. and no, it has nothing to do with schoolwork or anything of that sort. it's about them.

maybe this is how people go nuts.