A million things are running through my mind, and all I want to do is sleep. Goddamn brain, stfu.
As silly as it sounds, falling asleep to my boyfriends grumpy sounding snoring has to be legitimately the most innocent and pure sort of happiness I have ever experienced. & I have to mention, its like the cutest thing ever.
Instead of dreading the next day and just walking around like a robot because I feel like I have to, I’m hopeful for the future. I want to get up in the morning and start another wonderful day of living. Excited, you could even say. Along with wonderful thoughts, wonderful dreams to accompany in the nighttime. This is a new Kelsea. A truely happy Kelsea.
Something doesn’t feel quite right about today. Its just one of those days where I felt this overwhelming anxiety from the moment I woke up, and its for no reason. I keep telling myself that, but it doesn’t help. Doing everything I can to stay in bed for as long as possible, oh wait I HAVE to get up. Like right now. Or I’ll literally be in legal trouble. HOORAH FREAKING OUT.