I am 24 years old.

I think the insomnia is back.

I’m so frickin stubborn. I refuse to let things go. Sometimes I honestly don’t know if I feel a specific way or if I once did and I’m too damn obstinate to admit that I don’t feel that way anymore. It’s really pretty idiotic. On the other hand, I often wonder if I try to convince myself that I’m just being mulish, hence my inability to change is really self-inflicted foolishness and not some sort of painful, inner turmoil that will haunt me for the rest of my life. The difference being here is that if it’s just idiocy, I have a chance of letting it go; if not, I’m rather screwed.

My birthday was good. I love my birthday. I’m not exactly sure why, but I always have and hopefully always will. I had sushi for dinner.

I went on a mini-rant over Blue Moons a couple of days ago about how much I love God. I really do. And I’m sorry that I am the way I am a lot of the times, all human and bumbly, but the way I am doesn’t change a thing. I love God and He loves me. This is a pretty great thing.

Right on. Sleep cometh.