perdida en mi ruido.

I do this from time to time.

Everything will be going extremely well for me for a while, and then I’ll start doubting it. I’ll think that my lucky strike might be nearing its end, and I’ll start questioning everything.

Am I getting the Air Liquide thing? Is my writing being well received? Is the new boy really interested in me beyond the fucking? I know the answers to all of these things (yes on all accounts) but I still have this irrational fear that things might not materialize for me the way that I want them to.

I need to stop thinking about shit so hard, especially with the boy. If I overthink it, I’ll lose the saucy, fun part of me that drew him to me and everything will end up being an overly rehearsed act. And that’s no good.

Anyway. Off to bed!