Of cats and curly conquerors

Sometimes, I'm not quite sure what my intuition wants to tell me.

I start assuming things, which are either 100% accurate or not accurate at all.

Thus I end up...somewhere. Which makes me overthink.

But, I did get to pet a cat at three o'clock in the morning. I'd say it was a successful night.

I am seriously terrified at the moment. I didn't realize it until now, when I start putting my thoughts down.

I don't want to talk about it to anyone, just out of pure paranoia that it'll go away when I talk about it.

I don't want it to go away.

My head hurts.

I grin maniacally as I gaze down upon my driver's license, which I don't feel I've deserved.

But I am glad that this has been accomplished, so I shan't complain about it.

Step number 1: Be honest. Please, I beg of you be honest. Is gonna hurt like hell, but being honest is better than being not.

Life is like a boat. Life is like theater.

I feel like a marionette on strings, barely aware of what's happening around me.

I did get my room clean though. So that's something.