But it catches up with me at night...
I can't sleep. I've been up reading this lovely book, and now I can't sleep. There's something about the wee hours of the morning that makes me sad, and makes me think about my life.
I miss my friends. To break contact with one's best friends in the world, abruptly, all at once, is heart-wrenching. I'm still so incredibly hurt, and I still can't imagine any circumstance in which what happened can be excused...but I miss my friends. And it sucks.
Of course, missing friends makes me think of others that I miss...and first in line just has to be Jack. I'm glad that he's in my life, but talking to him just kills me. I miss him. Plain and simple. I wish that there was someone or something that could make me forget. I run myself ragged every day...I guess that I'm trying hide from having to think about it. But it catches up to me at night. The sad thing is, I'll be falling asleep in class later today.
I adore this song...If I were a painter...I'd paint my life back when I was happy with it. (sigh)
Goodnight, dear void.
Norah Jones~ Painter Song
If I were a painter
I would paint my reverie
If that's the only way for you to be with me
We'd be there together
Just like we used to be
Underneath the swirling skies for all to see
And I'm dreaming of a place
Where I could see your face
And I think my brush would take me there
But only ...
If I were a painter
And could paint a memory
I'd climb inside the swirling skies to be with you
I'd climb inside the skies to be with you
I miss my friends. To break contact with one's best friends in the world, abruptly, all at once, is heart-wrenching. I'm still so incredibly hurt, and I still can't imagine any circumstance in which what happened can be excused...but I miss my friends. And it sucks.
Of course, missing friends makes me think of others that I miss...and first in line just has to be Jack. I'm glad that he's in my life, but talking to him just kills me. I miss him. Plain and simple. I wish that there was someone or something that could make me forget. I run myself ragged every day...I guess that I'm trying hide from having to think about it. But it catches up to me at night. The sad thing is, I'll be falling asleep in class later today.
I adore this song...If I were a painter...I'd paint my life back when I was happy with it. (sigh)
Goodnight, dear void.
Norah Jones~ Painter Song
If I were a painter
I would paint my reverie
If that's the only way for you to be with me
We'd be there together
Just like we used to be
Underneath the swirling skies for all to see
And I'm dreaming of a place
Where I could see your face
And I think my brush would take me there
But only ...
If I were a painter
And could paint a memory
I'd climb inside the swirling skies to be with you
I'd climb inside the skies to be with you