The pauses they all stop anyway
Bloody hell. Ok I had posted to present my dissmay, as if I had anything positive to put in this thing. I certainly feel differant then I did 5 days ago, and for that matter, five minutes ago. Vague as that may be, I'm coming to realize that is who I am, I am forever unsatisfied, always scratching the metaphoric scab to watch it bleed and then getting pissed off that there will be a scar there. Some people tell me its good that I'm never satisfied, but, I'm most positive that it is crutial to be satisfied to be happy, is it good to not be happy? no. Lately I'm really scratching my scabs for happiness. But ease will set back in my life...I think, and things will come together again, I can put my head back down, and sleep, just dream and sleep. Till someone comes and wakes me up, why do the fools always wake me up?