I've always been a person that likes to create plans. I guess it comes from my overcritical nature. I constantly think about everything, most of the time I think about things too much. So I make plans. But they rarely turn out the way they're suppose to...
I can execute everything to the letter. I can align all the elements, but there comes a point where all I can do is shut my eyes and hope things turn out the way they are shaped in my head. Almost... Almost... But not really...
I never thought that something as trivial as a post office error would be the end of everything. It's kind of funny when you really think about it. I mean the universe sure must hate you if it ruins years of work with something so...
Maybe this is some sort of sign that it was never meant to be, or maybe this just means that next time I'll have to try harder, or maybe it doesn't mean anything. Maybe there is no plan. Maybe there's nothing more I can do. All I know is that I'm tired. So tired that I can't even sleep...
