I wonder what will happen next. I daydream about the past, wondering what I could have done differently. I stress about the present.

I worry what’ll happen if I lose a part-time job without finding a new one.

I feel rushed, but I always feel rushed, stressed, and a failure before I have actually done anything.

The flies are driving me crazy. It’s hard to concentrate with them around me. Now I can’t drink my coffee. Not when I keep catching one sitting on the cup. Persistent bugs annoying me. Killed one at least.


By Cristina WilCraft