A New Week

I  slept a lot this weekend. Like, a LOT. Yesterday evening, I went over to a friends house and spent the day there today. Lots of waking hours! Woo! Anyways, this is what has been on my mind for the past hour: there's something very enticing about completely ruining your life. At least for me. Especially when things are going relatively well, there's always something alluring about jumping into another downward spiral. I know it probably sounds crazy. I don't know why I feel this way, and it's not like I want to feel this way. I just do. I'm really really good at messing things up. Some people don't really appreciate that as a talent, but not everybody is gifted at screwing up. There's something about the total disregard for concequences that I seem to have a knack for. So at times like these, when my mind is telling me to do stupid things, I just try to keep myself occupied. Whether it's sleeping, or doing something, anything, else, it's better than letting myself sit in my head for too long. If I did, I could probably talk myself into royally screwing up again. Oh if only my mind wasn't such a dangerous place sometimes.