Also very weird late night self-esteem tank. I think the exposure to lots of new people and new things and new experiences is making me really self-aware and… I dunno. Feel a bit of that scared little kid creeping back in. Should prolly ask the poor thing why.
Always more work. Always more tired. Happy to be kind, happy to be around people, I really am, but so much of me dwells on the bad moments rather than the good, and I wish I could begin to make that feel better, y’know?