i didn’t sleep last night. i sat and watched TV and i read books. but i’m exhausted. i wasn’t kept up by bad thoughts but i just didn’t want to sleep. 

i talked to some people i’m not particularly close with (irl). i told them about how i didn’t like that i was a liar, and that i didn’t believe i was a good person. they reassured me “you’re a good person.” they seemed like empty words. 

i can’t talk to my close close friends about it. they’ve got their own problems. i talked to one of them about it but it was very brief and we didn’t continue the conversation after he took me home. 

i’ve dealt with a lot of death and tragedy in the past year or so. Grandma, Dog, cat, another dog. my cat was diagnosed with and incurable disease. etc etc etc. 
 
it’s becoming a lot. but i think i’ll be fine.