i've been sleeping past midnight for the past two weeks in a row now and i think i am actually pretty exhausted by this point. stop, i'm a baby, i know. weakling. i mean i have no problem staying up late, but i know i shouldn't. somehow i just end up doing it each and every day anyway! yes, my fault, but no regrets as always. the bad news is that my head throbs numerous times during the day, i still feel anxious for a lot of things, and these anxiety disorder symptoms are getting out of control. nevertheless, i still enjoy waking up early and doing all the things i want to do to get through the day. so these aren't exactly the perfect thumbs up scenarios, but the good news is that i can finally see clear ground in my room and that i'm still keeping up with my daily pilates sessions. oh the joy when i can finally open the door to my own room and walk into open space (but i actually still sleep in my brother's room for no apparent reason), after countless days of just sitting in the middle of my scattered belongings piled up high to the desk wondering where in the world i should actually start.the point is, things are organized and back where they belong now. i got a cool skirt rack at the store, and man, it's something i tell you. i'll post a picture tomorrow. good and simple invention.

goodnight.