kamitlan

these past few days have just about gotten to me. Externally things are ok, but underneath my anxiety just runs through my veins. I am tired and restless. Even reading has lost it's appeal. None of my books interest me, nor much of television. I try to nap just to make it go away. A lot of thoughts are running through my brain, some that I wish to ignore. Like what  I want to do with my life, my purpose. Perhaps I shouldn't be so serious right not.  I slept till 11 today, that is probably contributing to my not being sleepy right now. I wonder when this will calm down. Hopefully tomorrow...I need some relief.