Thought progression.

Sometimes I realize that the things that make me want to curl up and never leave my bed again are superficial and unimportant.

Then sometimes I realize that they actually are important, at least to most of the world.

Then sometimes I realize that I just don't want them to be important, because they make me upset.

I know in the back of my mind that they're important, but I tell myself they're not - for me at least - so I won't feel guilty about not having whatever they may be.

(I need to stop thinking so much.)

Olivia