Another night of no sleep.

Here we go again. The worrying never ends. Its ridiculous actually.


I'm not worrying about him. Is that what you thought I meant? Oh no, I'm not. I'm worried about myself and my feelings.



I keep searching for this reason this explanation for the way ive been feeling. Like everything I once loved is being peeled like a banana. It's almost as if I'm trying to convince myself to stay when i have no reason to.







its too late at night. and i think thats why im writing these silly things.





I sound like im wasting my time