Good morning, or is it? I think I’d have stayed in bed and snoozed all my alarms till noon if my mom hadn’t woken me up. At least that made me go to work, which is a good start.

I don’t know what the day holds. I was up past five, overthinking every little thing that was eating me up. I’ve realized I’ve begun to be more paranoid than usual. I really need to start therapy again before I start losing my mind, I think.

You know how this little desperation in you craves these conversations that would completely exhaust your worries? And when your attempts fall short, it just ends in more contempt. Which makes it worse. But not trying is quite terrible in itself; it’d just be a bunch of assumptions without any real basis. But trying and not succeeding? That hurts more.

Anyways, I could go in circles in these but that’s all for now.