Dear Diary,

 

My phone was fucked yesterday. I had to buy a new one. I'm not too happy about it as it doesn't have a good memory. One day I'll buy another phone, and that phone will be my backup. LIke Walter White.

 

Woke up late as fuck today. I'm feeling quite disoriented. I did a double session at the gym yesterday, went to CBT, and I had a semi-massive anxiety moment for my phone. I need my phone for living so I really got stressed about it. It's over now, the stress, that is. 

 

Tomorrow is 'that day'