Last night before bed I was so overwhelmed in my own head I thought I was going to pass out.
The feelings range from complete guilt, to anxiety, to the need to get down.
All at once.
How does that even happen.
I need to be at Chico. Like yesterday.
I'm overly exhausted today too which makes pretty much zero sense considering my weekend consisted of laying around and watching TV (yeah, I was that person)
I haven't been writing either. I try, and it sucks so I stop. I have this constant need to be philosophical and inspiring and hipster and athletic and sexy all at once. (Entirely realistic, right?)
I don't think this accomplished anything. Anyone who read this, thanks, you're a trooper.
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