Control Freak?

I didn't think I was, really. But the more I think about it, the more I wonder if I'm the crazy one.

Is it so wrong to want change in your life, to want to move on to the next stage? Isn't that part of growing up?

It's like there's a dead weight attached to me, and I'm constantly convincing myself that it makes sense to keep trudging along when maybe it makes sense to cut it free for a while. And then it may learn how to walk alone. Or not...

And most things will never ever change, which is the most worrying thing.