State of mind

I sound brilliant at nineteen. I don't remember being particularly happy, but I sound at least interested in things. I seem to have had a lot of ideas. I was just as afraid as I am now, but possibly a little less self-conscious!

I can't sleep tonight. All of the things that I feel I should be doing are keeping me awake. Overeager worries about the future. Desire to want something strongly (other than a person). Desire to walk around unknown places at unexpected times. Nothing interests me at times. All I want to do is snuggle in bed and indulge my appetites. Nothing creative, nothing important.