I gave you a call not too long ago, you were probably sleeping. I hope I didn't wake you.
I'm not sure why I'm posting this here, or why I'm posting.
I consumed 5 benzos earlier. It's 2:45, AM, and I don't know why I'm still up.
I told you a week or so back when we got together that I check your LJ periodically, just in case you post anything new.
I felt happy earlier, unusually happy. I can't really explain why, but it was refreshing.
I've been sitting here, for who knows how long, doing more or less nothing. The typical benzo activity.
I decided to check once again your LJ, and began reading older posts. I started a few posts earlier, and just read them all, in their entirety. I enjoy it, it gives me a sense of.... connection... the fact that I can relate, to such an incredible extent. It's like you are able to put into words, these feelings, and emotions, that are very hard to describe, but you do it perfectly.
These benzos didn't do a whole lot but make be clumsy when I walk, and hinder my ability to speak clearly, or express ideas, which you've surely discovered if you've read this far.
This post in particular, for whatever reason, just hit me. It just like, precisely explained all these feelings and ideas that I can to such a great extent, relate to, and it was just so wild. Because often times one has difficulty sorting out their emotions and thoughts. But I just read this, and the others, and it was just like, here they all are, word for word.
So by the end of this post, I was in tears.
Probably a build up of stress and confusion and depression that's been pushing down on me today, for whatever reason. And I guess, for lack of a better expression, reading all that just, burst open the dam. When I read something that perfectly sums up all these ideas, that... fuck, I'm going to regret writing this, I'm drowsy as fuck and I can hardly think. Hopefully you can get something out of this.
It's 3 o' fucking clock and I really need to sleep. But I felt like I needed to write this. Even though chances are it makes little to no sense.
My previous late-night post ended up making more sense than I thought it would. I repeated myself a bit, but, for the most part, it makes sense. Groovy.
We are going to work something out for tomorrow night, give me a call when you get off work.
I gave you a call not too long ago, you were probably sleeping. I hope I didn't wake you.
I'm not sure why I'm posting this here, or why I'm posting.
I consumed 5 benzos earlier. It's 2:45, AM, and I don't know why I'm still up.
I told you a week or so back when we got together that I check your LJ periodically, just in case you post anything new.
I felt happy earlier, unusually happy. I can't really explain why, but it was refreshing.
I've been sitting here, for who knows how long, doing more or less nothing. The typical benzo activity.
I decided to check once again your LJ, and began reading older posts. I started a few posts earlier, and just read them all, in their entirety. I enjoy it, it gives me a sense of.... connection... the fact that I can relate, to such an incredible extent. It's like you are able to put into words, these feelings, and emotions, that are very hard to describe, but you do it perfectly.
These benzos didn't do a whole lot but make be clumsy when I walk, and hinder my ability to speak clearly, or express ideas, which you've surely discovered if you've read this far.
This post in particular, for whatever reason, just hit me. It just like, precisely explained all these feelings and ideas that I can to such a great extent, relate to, and it was just so wild. Because often times one has difficulty sorting out their emotions and thoughts. But I just read this, and the others, and it was just like, here they all are, word for word.
So by the end of this post, I was in tears.
Probably a build up of stress and confusion and depression that's been pushing down on me today, for whatever reason. And I guess, for lack of a better expression, reading all that just, burst open the dam. When I read something that perfectly sums up all these ideas, that... fuck, I'm going to regret writing this, I'm drowsy as fuck and I can hardly think. Hopefully you can get something out of this.
It's 3 o' fucking clock and I really need to sleep. But I felt like I needed to write this. Even though chances are it makes little to no sense.
Hmm...
Goodnight, I suppose. Or, Good morning.
Give me a call.
Eh, I'll feel better after some sleep.
Cheers
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My previous late-night post ended up making more sense than I thought it would. I repeated myself a bit, but, for the most part, it makes sense. Groovy.
We are going to work something out for tomorrow night, give me a call when you get off work.
Cheers
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