Diary Entry: The difference of days strikes me. How one morn.. (OnlyFans)

Diary Entry:
The difference of days strikes me. How one morning the monstrosity of responsibilities...how will I survive? how will I care for myself? how will I live if this highly unlikely scenario befalls my existence?
The next morning the balm of sunny sunshine forces egg yoke yellow glee into my life and I am sappy no more.
Is it the chemicals I fed my brain?
Or  the quality of sleep on my left side versus my right?
Or the first thing I put in my mind in the morning?
That one reverberates for me. How yesterday's first mind meal as the anxious chicken clucking of girls saying how bad they were doing at work and how we were all doomed
My first thoughts were, did I miss the train? Will I loose out?
What silly little thoughts. For all that I have is all that I need. And everything that I need I already have. Anything I desire I will receive because my reality is created by me.