i’m writing this at the end of the day, i’ve been in bed a little while. Turning. Thinking. Overthinking. So, i decided that now would be a great time to talk and empty my head a little.
Today, my head was filled with the idea of being a dreamer. Which it’s something i always related too. There was never any doubts in my head. I am a dreamer…well, until lately. i’ve been feeling so lost, Monday, so out of reach. I always had thousands of goals, thousands of things i wanted to do, wanted to feel, but now, with this messy, messy, mind of mine, it’s like i don’t know where to look any more. I can’t find my dreams, i can’t find the motivation to really look for them either. I think adulthood is killing the dreamer in me, and this is scaring the shit out of me. Because what is life without dreams?
i feel like i need to refocus everything. rethink everything…and if you are an anxious person like me, you know how terrifying this can be.