
Today, I saw my bf after a while of not seeing each other! We only saw each other for a bit, and didn't do much, but it was still great.

At night, when I have no distractions, I find myself fantasizing about hypothetical parallel universes that *could've* been if I just did something differently.

This means 1) I need to practice living without mindless distractions and be okay with me and my thoughts again and 2) though these worlds are fun to imagine they ultimately dampen what I do have here. 

I can't get to a point where my dopamine receptors are so fried that I can't appreciate the life I have now. That sounds awful.
