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!”