Searching for it to stop.

I tried to cry, but no tears came out.
My eyes dry like the wind you would find in some western lands where nothing lives but sand and air.

I been trying to not let anything worry me, nothing feel as though it has to be on my mind, but I've been failing.

I still worry, feel anxious, and think way to much about things in which should be of minimal importance and I worry about nothing, because in reality I have no idea what I am worrying about.

I need to begin to let others go, and stop my attachments to things; but if I do I will lose them, our friendships, or importance.

It's a battle I continue to fight, and I have forever: Why do I care so much?

fuck.

I need to find something to concentrate my energy in, something that will be productive.

I lack that, I lack a force in which I can concentrate on. I lack the ability to recognize my wrong doings. I lack the ability to speak my mind in an un-hurtful way.

I continue to search for those things to come into my world, and I hope that when it does it will help my insecurities, my lack of things, and my sense of care for everything I encounter.

JZ