At the moment, I'm sitting in a train on the way to see my mother.
At the moment, I'm missing out on stuff.
At the moment, I'm afraid people will forget me.
At the moment, I can't wait to get a way
At the moment, I'm hating myself for being this way.

The fear of not being involved all the time, is bigger then the happiness I find in relaxing.

I know. That this weekend is going to be hard, because every weekend is, because I'm to afraid to miss out