Waking up on the wrong side of the bed, one that's depressive and stressful.
It's ghastly when you overthink, only to arrive at the most negative of conclusions, painting the most dramatic pictures in your head, ones that do your head no good.
Then you try to mentally console yourself, you're being silly, it can't be as bad you make it out to be. breathe now. A cheerful facade and you get back to doing whatever it is that you were doing, with that single thought still putrefying at the back of mind..tainting your day.
Ugh, I hate such days, I hate that I let myself go on that road, I hate that I'm scared.
It's ghastly when you overthink, only to arrive at the most negative of conclusions, painting the most dramatic pictures in your head, ones that do your head no good.
Then you try to mentally console yourself, you're being silly, it can't be as bad you make it out to be. breathe now. A cheerful facade and you get back to doing whatever it is that you were doing, with that single thought still putrefying at the back of mind..tainting your day.
Ugh, I hate such days, I hate that I let myself go on that road, I hate that I'm scared.
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