Can I just sit here. Not fight this war? Of which what seems to get farther and farther from where I started. I want to make a difference… But I don’t know anymore… That scares me. I guess, its the being confused part.

I’m normally not confused. Maybe that’s because I have all this time to think about things. Get things in check… I suppose. But I feel like I’m a mail room and the more stuff I send out the more comes in.

Ugh, this is so frustrating. I haven’t been like this in awhile. I forgot how it feels. To feel lesser than yourself.

I’ll probably feel normal tomorrow.