Dear Diary,
Tomorrow is Monday and I would like to have a better excuse for going to bed early, than not wanting to feel like a tomato left in the Sun when I wake up.
All day I was busy thinking about the past and planning the future, and it feels like the present is doesn't exist anymore. Is it because I'm growing old or because the time just has no more patience with us?
Sometimes what kills us is not the present, but the image in our heads of what could've been if... Is hard and takes self discipline to go over your crazy thoughts, but you can manage it in baby steps, one by one. Most of us don't even know what we are doing, but we try to give our best to enjoy life and have as many wonderful days as we can!
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