New day, new positive attitude. I have faith things are going to eventually get better. Then the more I think about it, the more I over analyze it. The more I analyze it, the more I become emotionally frustrated and confused. I begin to become restless and tired. Sleep used to be my escape from reality, but how can I possibly sleep when I have been diagnosed with insomnia for the past couple of weeks now? And I don’t know how long my insomnia will occur, I just hope not too long.

This routine has become daily. FUCK.