My mind is always active and racing and thinking about things and it gets pretty overwhelming. Too many emotions going on for one night. I’m sorry. I wish I knew. I would’ve done things differently if I did. Or maybe not because I’m honestly pretty selfish. I think we all wish we had done something differently in one way or another. I’m scared of riding this career. I can. I know I can. I know I can do a lot of things. I wonder what persona I let off. I’m still a kid. I don’t know if I’m wiser than the next person. Maybe I’m the vocal minority. I want to keep writing and thinking and doing. I know how they feel now. So many things. I’ll compose myself over the weekend. Some quiet time would be nice.