I’m anxious. Something big is about to drop on me. I can feel it. It’s near, but hardly noticeable. It’s here. It’s definitely here. Bad? Good? I despise this anxiousness. I despise myself for not being able to explain it.

I’m going crazy over this gut feeling. I hate my guts. I MUST disappear.

But not before I finish this.

An interesting project, although I have to struggle to manage my time. Maybe this month or before, my timing was never right. Always wrong timing. Always not the right time. Oh… when will be THE time?

What the fuck is wrong for the past few months!?!?!?!