Sarah Ruth Thomas

It was too weird.

Too coincidental.

I don't know.

I don't think I'll be turning on my computer anytime soon.

118-2021-941-PM I took the day off today.

Everything that has happened lately has made me feel completely wiped out.

Three days of consecutive work after all the conspiracies in my head and depressive thoughts of Valerie was not a good idea.

I should have taken a few days for my mental health.

Ben would have understood.

I caught up with Mom and Marcy and just let myself remember there were people who loved me.

I ate well today, removed myself from technology, and drank a lot of water.

I tried to, you know, deworm my brain of all the nightmares and reset myself to a somewhat normal and not paranoid person.

I'm almost 100% sure I was reading way too deep into everything.

A handful of coincidences and I'm pushed over the deep end into conspiracy land?

Man, that's not who I want to be.

Whoever was at the bar was probably just a happy uncle.

I immediately profiled him based on his looks and didn't make any attempt to get to know him better.

The show was using a ton of English names, and Anthony isn't exactly an uncommon one.

I let myself piece together some awful plot written against me, and who the fuck am I to even think I'm important enough for something like that?

You know, I don't like how I said that.