I’ve been a silly little fictional character recently, possibly suffering from personality disorder. (Again.)

Behave yourself. - Hopefully it’s not too late to give myself a slapped wrist and start again with a fresh attempt. I certainly need to do so because I’m seeing myself in the past & asking where my mind was? I feel like I wasn’t really there, I didn’t really do that and if I did it was set up by somebody else to frame me.

I’m distracting myself well & staying unusually positive but every time I’m approached with a challenge to my patience I’m becoming more and more reckless. 

And now I’ve lost my iPod. That breathless tension in my chest where I feel like I could just explode & destroy everything and then forget this mundane repetition of working towards the carrot tied in front of my face & just rampage ‘til I drop.