Today is Friday the 13th, and I’m going to bed at 8 am. I’d been up all night doing everything, yet somehow nothing. I lived inside my head, confined by four concrete walls. Felt like years, yet it was just one night. I’ve been trying to clean my room since around 10 pm, and bit by bit I’m just done. It’s not even a big cleaning, it’s just the daily one. I kept getting distracted and interrupted. I ended up making a bunch of tiktoks to make myself feel better. But I forgot how editing videos always triggered my anxiety as I heard them over and over again. 

Well, my brain is no longer working. I’ll try to sleep and hopefully wake up sane.