>3:25am
>realised i dont have my phone in my pocket
>"its cool dw prolly just on the sofa. go to sleep"
>i dont sleep
>what if i lost my phone
>what if i lost my phone
>"ohmyfuckinggod it can wait till morning go to sleep"
>i cant what if i lost it
>its 5 to 4 and ive been working myself into such a state of anxiety over my phone that im shaking slightly
>"okay jus one little check wouldnt hurt"
>i go downstairs, legit almost incapacitated with cold fear that i might have lost my phone
>its on the little table at the bottom of the stairs
>are you fucking kidding me
>i worried myself for 30min over what took 30 sec to find
>i eat 2 frubes n an apple and now i cant sleep bc of the anxious adrenaline running through me
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DU LIEST GERADE
my crappy, existential thoughts dump
Sonstigesnote from the far future, in much better times; consider this book a diary, an archive, a live day by day biography- of the lowest point of my life so far. draw entertainment from it, by all means, but take it as a warning, of all the bad that comes...
