I wish I could stop worrying about the future, stop thinking about things that may not even happen. I’m creating problems in my head and stressing out myself, and for what? Ugh, I hate this. 

It wasn’t goodbye after all. I’m confuddled. All I know is in 40 minutes time I will be 19.

feel like I just agreed to meet and open up a slow and painful heartbreak, wait - not feel because I actually did, and just before my birthday as well. clever. ha.

I’m physically and mentally exhausted, I’m in a really crappy mood for a reason I shouldn’t even care about and I just feel like crying but I don’t think I even have the tears or the energy to do that. *sigh*