I'm making things up.
I'm feeling ugly.
I'm feeling stupid.
I'm feeling crazy.
I'm feeling dirty.
Feeling useless.
Feeling weak.
Feeling poor.
Feeling old.
Ordinary.
Immature.
Scared.
Passive.
Worthless.

But honestly I'm just really, really tired.
That's why my mind stop function. So it's time to reload my batteries, I wouldn't like to start crying, believing that I'm hated by everyone and all by myself. And then just realize that it's my drama queen gene that is acting as a mythomaniac. No, it wouldn't just be the whole truth.

New day, new thoughts.