A book of thoughts.

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          Where do I begin?

I'm doing it again. I am getting wrapped up in my head and allowing it to destroy what I want. But the thing is, it doesn't bother me too much anymore. I've been down this road what like ten times? I've become accustom to this thing that is now apart of my identity.

Once a thought jumps into my mind it turns into 10 thoughts, 15, etc. One small doubt will circulate my brain until I find 10 more and I over think, over process. I take one minute detail and dispense it into many big ones. And then I freak out. I remove myself after releasing this sense of anguish onto whomever chose to be with me at the time. I feel bad for what I've done to them but then I feel better. And then the cycle restarts itself with the next unknowing soul.

Someone once said "avoidance is never the answer" but guess what? That's all I know. All I know is how to detach myself from situations that present stress or any doubt of any kind. And that's where it ends. I'll be okay for a little while, until it happens again.