Dear Diary,

Frustration may be an understatement, not exactly sure how to alleviate it. Wondering how on earth I’ve allowed myself to fall for this same trap. It’s not as if I haven’t bumped my head enough. It’s more like I decided to continually touch the hot stove after being burnt. I can blame no other as it is quite possibly, masochistic the manner in which I behave.

I’m calmly upset not loud and boisterous but silent bothered. Not phased or thrown off but surely not in any mood to be occupied with another’s company. I typically find solitude in music but I am now attempting to not just find slumber as my escape. Tonight I will find inner peace. I’ve been working towards a better me.

Today felt like: “Let’s Sleep on It and Try tomorrow!”