I don't feel like I know anymore. I'm doing things that I never thought I would...and not because I didn't think I'd be able...but because I thought better of myself.
Yesterday...was the icing on the cake. When I finally lay my head down on my pillow to go to sleep this morning at 1AM... I just thought, "What on earth have I done...?"
This is vague as hell, but I've never been so ashamed of something I've done that I don't even want to tell the story that goes along with it...and it IS a fun story....but the end is a little unnerving...
Fuck...I need to find myself. I need to go away.
