2:05pm

It's that last day of February; the only month I've written in my diary every day of.

Today is going to be a good end to a good week. I woke up feeling icky. Not bodily- rarely bodily. But things just felt wrong. Sometimes it's like that. There's nothing wrong. Nothing. But you just don't want to get out of bed. You don't know if you want to go back to sleep or if you want to get up and face the day. Then something comes to mind and makes you want to get up. Today I remembered I had packages coming and that got me up. Usually it wears off by the time I brush my teeth, but that initial getting up and making of my bed is tough sometimes. 
Maybe I just need to live by myself.

I think what it is as being an introvert is that when you're with people, even people you love, they still have the power to make you feel negatively, and sometimes it's for no reason at all. Other times, ofc, there is definitely a reason. But when you're by yourself, there's virtually nothing to make you feel sad or wrong or anything else. I don't know if that will ever change. I don't know if it's always been this way, either. But it's okay! Life changes so much, I don't like to let myself get too settled into any one idea, because suddenly I'm a different person doing different things, and it's okay. I used to be afraid of change. Maybe I secretly still am. But I know that change challenges you, and I'll be grateful for life by myself, regardless of what everyone else I talk to says. They don't know me. I must remember that. I know me, and honestly, no one else. 

Have a very happy Friday, everyone - I wish you the best over your weekend! ☀☀☀

-SS