Worry

Sometimes it's weird how people react to things. Often I space out. No, scratch that, I space out a lot. It seems that I'm always thinking, always wondering, always worrying.
But sometimes if I am spaced out people think I'm upset. I guess I just get this weird look on my face. My sister went on a 20 minute rant last week depicting the different facial emotions and expressions I typically go through when I'm spacing.
Sometimes I think it would be better that I didn't dream or think so much. I tend to think of the worst possible scenarios and outcomes in life. It sucks. (To put it in mild terms)
Though I often find myself thinking that it helps my writing. I tend to dream up all the conversations I wish I had or that are inevitable but they never seem to happen the way I plan to. When I go to write though, I pause on the conversations and my pen halts to a stop. Frozen in time. I guess it would be nice not to worry whether or not I'm good enough and if everything in the future will turn out just fine.