Day 10812


There is a no apparent routine in my life. Only a feeling of lack of control, or something to hold on to.
After my dad’s death I simply let life happen to me. I went to London for a few intense days. When I came back to Vienna the intensity intensified by spending more time than usual with friends and less time with escapist activities like surfing social websites.
That’s fine, but I feel an anxiety coming up, which I attribute to the fact that every morning, apart from work, I have no Idea what my day is going to look like, and how I will manage to stay on top of all the errands I have to run in order to keep myself from getting in trouble.
I need to figure this out.