Really bored and overthinking about stuff I want in life and how it’s pointless in pursuing something that constantly runs away from me. In my world if something isn’t meant to be than it is just that something that isn’t ready for you. I wonder if my excessive need to be loved has always been fueled by my failure to accept myself. There really is no point in overthinking unless you plan on fixing it or finding an answer to the thought. I been eating way too much these last few days and I don’t really like it, makes me feel weird. Oh well. No point in regretting what has been done. Feeling meh in general
Place: in my head is where I made my bed.