The witching hour approaches fast. I should have been sleeping some time ago. Too many thoughts swirl around in my mind; too many thoughts to focus on and deal with calmly and logically.
One step at a time.
How does self belief and self worth get realised? It continues to elude my grasp, like clutching at Scotch mist.
Perhaps there’s an app for that.
Maybe I’m genuinely emotionally retarded. Maybe there’s a certain something missing from the recesses of my brain. Maybe there’s been too much damage done to my fragile heart.
Or (as is much more likely) I’m just an idiot.