Lying in bed thinking about things I shouldn’t be thinking about, and I’ve to be up in 6 hours to start my first week of tutorials.
I have such little faith sometimes it sickens me. In myself, in the people around me, in God. Used to tell myself that I want to have so much faith that people question why. Where did that go? Rethinking everything just when I thought that everything was in place. Why do I do this, why
Sleep is an escape & it will always be.