Can't sleep. My mind is racing, still down these dark and web infested alleyways.
Why am I going to bed so uptight, to paranoid, when today was such a good day? I have this complex, this idea in my head that I have to screw up at least one thing in a twenty four hour period of time. I don't know why. Well....I have a good idea, but we'll leave that in the box it belongs in.
I have every reason to be confident, but I can't muster any up.
It would be nice for somebody, doesn't even matter who, to just call, text, knock on the door or whatever, and say
"Mark, CHILL OUT. its all going to be fine, I promise."
This post is a little pathetic, I have to admit.
alright.
sleep round two.
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