After things go so wrong it amazes me how everything can become right once more after the simplest thing. A trip to the grocery store, a hug, an 'okay'. It doesn't make sense and in my head there is always that frantic worry that things actually aren't okay. That things have been screwed up once more and I can't see a solution. 

I am always afraid of screwing up because I am that fuck(ed) up and I'm afraid of losing my friends. There is always shaky ground beneath my feet when I'm with people I care for the most because I am afraid that anything I say or do will cause the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

But then everything is alright with that one magical solution. If only we could know the solution beforehand to make things slightly less painful.