I had a hot shower just now. It's a lovely sensation to just stand there and let the warmth of the man made rain wash over you troubles and worries. The feel of the exotic scented shampoos cleansing my anguish and sadness away.
But then again. Why should I be worried or sad or tired of it all? I'm a powerful being after all. I make my own choices and my will dictates more strength than I'm willing to show.
Why should I need any form of escapism?
I suppose the truth of the matter is that I'm a compulsive worrier...
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