Thoughts.

I should be sleeping.

But I'm not.

And I can't tell anyone why, per se.

I feel like I am losing a small part of myself with each decline. And I wonder how long it will be until the next one.

Call me a pessimist. I honestly don't care anymore.

If you're not fighting my fight, don't act like you know my life.

I am tired of trying to act like everything is OK when inside I am falling apart.

My appointment with Dr. P is just under a month away. I need him to listen to me. I pray that God will answer that prayer for me. I am so tired all I want is Dr. P to take the control and give me the care I need.

I do not want to lose myself again. I am getting to my breaking point. I do not want to have anything happen, but I am so scared. Of everything. I can't even explain everything I'm scared about.

I have a paper due today. Something I can easily write, more than likely.

Tomorrow is another day.

Oh wait...it is tomorrow.