Worried that I won't get into grad school. Worse, worried that I'll only get in to my undergrad institution, and be stuck here. Worried that I've been stuck, that I'll never get out. Worried that I'll die in the same town I was born in, old and decrepit, alone, wishing that I had someone to talk to other than the bank teller. Worried because everyone here seems to have a significant other, and everything I've done there has fallen flat on its face. Worried because I think I might not like the girl I might have a chance with, and I was going to ask out on Sunday. Worried because it's Friday night, and I'm just thinking of going to bed early. Worried because this isn't unusual.
Worried for my friends. They're headed for pain, and there's nothing I can do to stop them. Worried that I won't be around when they need me. Worried that they're only humoring me, that they know I'm worried and try to put my fears to the side while running headfirst into the danger.
Worried because I saw a girl from my old high school, and she put me right back where I was then. Worried because it's not her fault, she was doing what would normally be the right things to do, but she's the source, and I might see her again. Worried that I might see her where I least expect it. Worried that I'll have to be an ass to her. Worried that I haven't really changed, that I'm just burying the problem and she's showing me how stupid that is by bringing it up from its graves. Worried that I never will.
This post needs a better ending.