for the past couple months now, i’ve been scared of what comes the next day. I’m sorta exaggerating on the scared part, I guess it’s more like, what am I going to do? I don’t know why either and it’s annoying.

I think it’s because sleeping until the next day arrives is in a way unnerving to me, not sure why.

my mind is all over the place so apologies if this doesn’t make sense. 

I tried to think in a more positive way, because who knows what tomorrow will bring me, maybe it’ll be good or bad! But in the background, I have this feeling of just “oh god what am i going to do tomorrow, what will happen tomorrow, am I going to waste my time doing nothing” type thoughts.