Stoned phone call from Lauren… I love you!
What I’m feeling is absolutely self-inflicted. NO ONE can make you feel inferior without your consent.
The longer I wait to say what I want to say, the more confused I get. The thought becomes so distant that eventually I’m left in confusion with no idea why.
Tomorrow needs to just come already. I want it to be my birthday so it can be over with. I want to work so I can ignore that it’s happening (and get paid).
I need to know what I’m feeling, and at the moment I really have no idea. Except that I don’t want to get out of this bed (that I’ve laid awake in for over 3 hours).
I said that this wasn’t as hard, and I was wrong. It’s harder in so many ways.
Where is my mind?