I feel under constant pressure at the moment, what with money worries and other stuff. I think the stress is making me crack up.
Last night, on the way home, I was thinking of taking my trousers off as I walked, but it was a cold night and somehow I managed to keep walking and keep them on.
Once home, I had the idea to go naked running, but I wanted to wait until the lights went out at midnight and I fell asleep beofre then, so I was saved from that.
On top of all that, I didn’t take my meds last night. I wanted to go mad and have relief from the constant worry and stress. Being mad is a release from all that and fills me with energy and creativity.
So I’m feel like I’m on the edge of a precipice. I could do with something good happening, but of course, in my life, it never does.