Writing is Hard

Currently trying to write something for a specific purpose. I find it so hard to be overly mushy sometimes. Other times, it comes so naturally. 

What I have thus far: 

sometimes, it’s morning. and i’ve forgotten to brush my hair again. or how to tie my shoes or what my name sounds like. and that i don’t believe in anything anymore. and that’s when i realize that i’m losing little pieces of myself to you. and the tip of my tongue is cleansed with the taste of fresh paint from the renovating you’ve done with my mind.

It sounds a bit negative to me. It’s obviously suppose to be the opposite. Hmfph. 

I feel worried all of a sudden. For no reason. It came out of nowhere. Now my mind is thinking too hard; trying to give me an anxiety attack.

Where does this even come from?

I have no reason to feel this way, I should add. If anything, today I should feel proud of myself. I suppose I do. I really do. There’s just this gradual fanciful feeling creeping up on me that I can’t seem to control. A walk should help.