The past few days have been filled with anxiety. I believe it started over feeling rejected. Shitty emotion. Being single was fun for a while but now I’m not sure. People play so many games and seem to be losing interest once things go on to a certain point. The point changes, but they’re all short in time. Fickle. Without warning and without an explanation, I’m here by myself to create the reason why. It becomes an obsession of wondering what the hell is wrong with you. Which is stupid. And I know it is.
But now these thoughts are seeping into my dreams. The past two nights have been miserable; and it’s not like anyone gives a shit about that. I wouldn’t either but ugh. Waking up and continuing the day with a weight on my chest.