I suppose it's all about choices now...

I like to think I make my own choices. I like to think that the thoughts in my head are mine, and only mine.

I like to think that I chose, and allowed things to happen as I thought they should. I chose to turn around. I chose to be curious. I chose to find out this "plan".

I also think I made a mistake. And I must fix it on tuesday.

But right now, I just want to curl up and sleep. I don't know why I feel this way. Other people would be thrilled. Or disgusted. Or at least be normal. I feel sad. And a little angry. As if someone had just slammed the door that I was facing.

You won't have any idea what I'm talking about.

Maybe I need more sleep.