The funny thing about my life is that as soon as something goes really well for me, another thing goes really wrong. I can never just have it all. There's always that something that holds me back, that pushes me down, that doesn't allow me to just enjoy myself and be free…
The good things that happen I welcome with anxiety, but also with a little bit of fear. Because good things aren't always what they seem. Too much of anything, is not always a positive thing. Especially in my case, cause if something goes extremely well then I now that a ticking bomb is going off somewhere else...
But how do you know how much is too much? Too much, too soon. Too much information. Too much fun. Too much love. Too much to ask. And when is it all just too much to bear?
