i hate filling this thing with drama, but its all i got.
work-work, home-work, and life-work. they all feel the same. all three of them are beating me down.
i've had three hours of sleep each night this week starting on sunday. the hope for a postive action has accumulated over the week and crashed magnificently today. now, each peak of hope (towards this one person i desire oh so much) is perverted by my own mind into a valley of despair.
patterns of inaction dot my landscape.
the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.
let the motherfucker burn.
i've had three hours of sleep each night this week starting on sunday. the hope for a postive action has accumulated over the week and crashed magnificently today. now, each peak of hope (towards this one person i desire oh so much) is perverted by my own mind into a valley of despair.
patterns of inaction dot my landscape.
the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.
let the motherfucker burn.