Why is it that I keep slipping back into self doubt? There is nothing wrong with me life. So why do I keep pretending that maybe there is? Maybe I'm right? No. I don't want to be. Please. Don't. Let. Me. Be. Right. Everything points towards wrong. Except for the stupid things. Which don't make sense.
All is well. I talked with people (Samantha, Martha and Caitlin, in that order), and now I'm better, for the most part. Not that I wasn't okay before. Just less confused. Loves to you all. Cyrano starts tomorrow! Hopefully everything will be sorted out by then.