I worry what other ppl think about me too much and I think about past mistakes too often.
Came to the sudden and horrifying realization that I do not know where my dollhouse is. A relative made it for me as a child and put all sorts of little details in. I don’t know where it is and how long it hasn’t been where I thought it was being stored.
My mom thinks we gave it away. I don’t think I would have.
Tomorrow begins a massive search of the attic.