Dec 13, 2006 01:59
It is 12:42 on a rainy, Tuesday night.
I sit here because I cannot force myself to go to bed.
It is to early in my mind and my brain is racing a thousand miles a minute.
I would rather be painting, but have run out of paint thinner for my oils.
I would rather be reading the book I am so lovingly attached to, but it is at work.
I would rather be talking face to face with another person, but everyone is gone.
So, I sit here and wait.
I wait for no-one to come home.
I wait for 2 a.m. because that is about the time I normally begin to tire.
I wait for something, anything, but nothing will come, because its 12:47.
T.V. is useless.
I'd rent a movie but Blockbuster is closed.
I'd call someone, but there is nobody that I would particularly like to talk to.
I'd visit someone, anyone, but its 12:52, whos awake?
I hate this feeling.
I hate not knowing what to do.
I hate the way our house looks, but am too tired of being the one to clean all the time.(even though I share it with two others)
I hate waiting for replys.
I hate hitting my snooze button, but refuse to get up in the morning.