As I lie here awake for what seems like the millionth night in a row, all the thoughts, mistakes and stupidity of the day...week..my entire life keep running my head. Why can't I be one of those people who lets everything go. A stupid sentence here and there will not mark me as the most uninteresting person on the planet... but it feels that way right now. I can even feel the ceiling judging me. The ceiling is telling me to give it a rest and magically become a more confident and present self. Well, presently, self is tired. And just wants to sleep. Maybe tomorrow I can become that present self, because lying awake ain't helping.