i continue to torture myself.
So i talked long enough to be fully awake, and I have spent the last hour with my eyes closed, head under a pillow, trying to get back to sleep. not happening.
my mind won't slow down. all the worries to the surface ... I'm worried about marge ... marge's cat ... my river plans that are going nowhere ... school ... I worry that me emotional neediness as of late will drive people away ... i worry that i am alone ... and will stay this way ... i worry about my mental state ... all this undirected rage and energy. I'm in a mood to smash bottles just for the satisfaction of hearing breaking glass ... moods like this get me in trouble.
can't relax ...
I'm no good at being alone.