I’m catching up with homework again. I don’t think there has ever been a point in my life when I have had everything done. I have a habit of leaving things to the last minute, if I don’t want to do them.
My dreams have been extremely weird lately, to the point that I wake up and question whether I’m still asleep. I hate it. Visions of me meeting my favorite celebrities mixed with morbid flashbacks of my dead relatives. I wake up to my humid room, and seeing the Missy Elliott poster on my wall, I’m reassured that my dreams are over and that I’m now awake. I am safe.
I’ve been trying to be nice to myself. I’ve realized that I have to like myself in order to be happier, so I have started taking steps to quiet the constant, judg-y voice in my head. ♦