A day of silent worry. Both of the superficial and long term variety. Of course I was worried about tomorrow being Monday and having to do my assignments but those worries are able to be overcome no problem. My real stress came from all the deep stuff. I lay there thinking about my future and the conflict of emotions I have about the present. Living in the here and now is something I like to stand by within reason, however the other voice inside my head constantly bickers with me to change how I spend my time in the present. I expect it to be normal to have reservations about what you’re doing from day to day but to this degree? I don’t know. For example, the fact I’m single is something I take a great deal of comfort in. I can barely sustain myself let alone someone else’s needs, and this gives me a sense of tranquility. But this comes with a great deal of loneliness which cripples me. I’m not exactly the best looking and it’s not like opportunities for genuine connections pop up all that often. Sometimes it’d just be nice to have some reassurance that everything will be fine. Onward to another week of the same old same old.