It’s 12:32 pm. I haven’t slept since I woke up yesterday at around 1 pm. Something’s looming ahead and I can’t stop myself from being pressured. I want it so badly, but I hate it when I over think things. I’ve tried distracting myself – whenever these things happen I tap my inner OC-ness, and this time, i chose to clean my closet. Felt good to finally sort through my things, but I also felt a little morose because I realized I had very few pretty clothes. Not that I can do anything about it; being jobless means not having the money to buy stuff for yourself. Hence I am back to over thinking. To say I’m nervous is an understatement. In fact, I think the better term is that I”M EFFING SCARED. This is what happens when I find something I really, really want.
I have a bad feeling that I’ll mess the whole thing up. This thought makes me even more depressed.
Someone calm me down. Kalma lang, Kits.