As of late, I have been unable to have dreams. Or, rather, I have had much fewer than usual. Maybe I just have a worse memory than before, or maybe the dreams I have aren't worth remembering. 

As of late, my memory has been foggy. I know the cause, and that's what is so saddening; it's one of few things keeping me sane enough to go on.

As of late, I have noticed myself to be more anxious than ever, which is not surprising. It's just interesting how long I have had to cope with it and how little progress I have made.

As of late, I have been unable to feel excitement. I know I used to feel excited about things, and what's curious is I do not remember when my excitement was extinguished.

As of late, I conceptualize the life I could have in the future, how I could get there, and so on. I wish I could remind myself of how young I am and how much time I have, but time seems to mean nothing to me. It either goes too fast or too slow.

As of late, I feel like my mind is similar to a sauna. I either feel good with myself, or I am unable to see anything which leaves me unable to navigate through my own thoughts.

Lately I have been able to forget bad things, but lately I have realized that isolating negativity only lets it grow and remembering it will be so much harder because of it.

Lately I have found writing to be therapeutic.