I start to think really bad thoughts.
Things like that I’ll never amount to anything.
That I’ll lose her through my own stupid, selfish means. Or that she can’t take the seperation anymore and breaks it off.
It might be that I’m just really tired.
It also might be that I’m trying to go to sleep and it is HOT AS FUCK in my room, thus making me feel worse than I already am.
Either way, this isn’t good.