I'm up late.
I seem to overestimate how much time I have to do things: "I still have three minutes to get dressed and leave for work."
I'm getting up at 8:45 tomorrow. I still have ten minutes to get into bed and fall right to sleep and get an even eight hours... Right?
I'm lonely tonight. But a weird kind of lonely. I wanna be around people but the right people. Really I think that I could've only tolerated one person, tonight. Who they are, I don't know, and it hardly matters, now.
I only really journaled tonight. I went to Starbucks and journaled. While listening to Joni Mitchell. But, it was successful and I felt good and restless after. I felt like I got a lot off my mind and onto paper and I felt lighter.
Yeah. Journaling is my favorite thing to do.
Goodnight.
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