I am a worrier.
Yesterday I watched too much TV and read too much on the net, and I worried, and I stewed, and I cried, and I was terrified.
I don’t know if I’m still terrified, but I’m definitely not at ease.
It seems so selfish really, to be so upset, when I am not even directly involved. I am certainly upset for all of the people and their loved ones, but I am upset for me too, because I am afraid of what is going to happen next.