I love coffee, I love tea, I love every single little thing about me.

 

Ramble, ramble, whine.

It’s 142 am, I have to be at work in the morning at eight for a teacher work day, and nightmares are keeping me awake. Lovely. Bought a new book tonight about finding forgiveness that I plan on reading ASAP. Maybe it’ll help. I’m tired of all the fake friends in my life. I really wish I had more people I was close to, who didn’t live so far away. I have no clue what I’m doing with my life, but I’m worried about myself. I’m still falling apart. I decided earlier tonight that I wasn’t going to date for a while, and I’m really hoping I can stick to that. I’m too scared of getting hurt again. Miserable. Miserable. Miserable.