Tonight, I’m awake later than I usually do. Again. It’s 4:35 in the morning. I feel restless and dreadful even though tomorrow’s a day off. Sure, I have some work to do. But not too much to stress over. Yet, it feels like I don’t want to wake up for tomorrow. I stared at myself in the mirror. Too long and too hard, I started freaking out. I feel stressed, trapped over nothing. I’m looking past and beyond, existential dread hanging over me. I think too much yet nothing at the same time. I want to disappear. I want to be dismissed. I want the people I have a meeting with before forgetting my existence. I don’t know. I don’t know anymore. My feelings are scrambled to pieces and they’re all over the place. I can’t pick them up. I’m stuck. I’m frozen. I don’t know anymore.