Worried... Always worried.

I do not think there's anyone that is more neurotic about stupid little things than I am. Really Christina? REALLY? I don't know why certain things make me worry so much, eh, actually I do, insecurity. I don't want all of my neurosis to come true, and the fear that everything will be my worst fear usually makes things turn into such fears. I can't just live my life and be normal. I have to try and mold things into a perfect world. Tell people when I don't like little things, or try and shape someone into doing what I wish they would do. That's not very fair to that person. Sometimes I just need to breathe and let it go. I need to respect the fact that I have love in my life, and put out the best energy, prayers, and hopes that I can so it can last for a long time. This makes no sense to anyone but me. Oye. I am a ball of worries. Can't I just have some cat come and push me around the room a bit to unwind me?