Dear Journal,

Well, after that last posting, and a good cry. I feel a little better. I’m also feeling really tired. I stupidly stay up way too late, I still have figured this one out. I guess I mainly just don’t like going to bed and laying there awake thinking of junk. Junk i’ve got to do, or the “Shoulding” on myself about things I should have done, or just being scared, or what ever. It’s always something.

So, anyway, maybe if I write in here every night before I go to bed it will help me to feel like someone is actually there listening, and that I have to talk with, and I won’t have to feel guilty for making someone feel bad also.

Ok off to bed now, I’m sleepy.