I really should pull myself together.

It’s been a while since I last looked into a mirror and say ‘Hey, you’re doing okay, Man.’ I’ve been thinking too much about things that aren’t significant enough. It’s never right to always check your dough every 5 minutes because it won’t rise properly that way. Lately my paranoia hasn’t been of much help either.

Being too concious of every word, every action, every timing. My god, what have I turned into, a perfectionist? Me? Oh Am Af Gee?

I have been acting weird, but I just didn’t see it. Wow. Such is the impact of recent events that I’ve been driven out of my own skin. Wow. No, seriously. Wow. Such a statement has never hit me blank in the face. Good thing it didn’t knee me in the groin or I’d be tossing around like a sorry bum.

I should shave. And get a haircut. And perhaps a new toothbrush. Back to Brylcreem, I guess.

I must really learn to trust myself. And to trust other people. And I should make it a point right from the start, to trust you.