I can write about anything.. As long as its nothing.

I'm in bed. Thinking about tomorrow. Freaking out about it.. Life sucks that way. I was reading some old archives and learning more about myself. I've grown alot. I had such great sandcastles made of clouds in my head. I had so much hope. This time, I was wiser, sharper, but still not enough. Anyway I hope tmr will go well? I'm tired of believing.

I don't even wish to say it like it is cause it shames me to be weak. What I really want to say is

No I can't type it, not in this space.

I get to see my happypill tmr :) Send some warmth rushing to my face.