Right now there are seven mugs, three glasses, two plates and four empty bottles in my bedroom.
I'm even not sure what I'm doing here.
Running away, I guess.
Very early this morning I had a horrifying nightmare.
Most of yesterday I felt ashamed of myself. Of my lack of accomplishment. Many people at twenty have achieved more than I could dream of at nearly thirty.
I don't like to let myself give in to this. I try to remain positive.
Giving in to these feelings of inadequacy causes nightmares.
Although really what caused the nightmare was sleeping on too many pillows. It was a mental manifestation of physical pain.
I dreamt I was choked with a necklace I own.
I almost wore that necklace today, just to show it who's boss.
But I didn't.
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