Sep 06, 2006 17:15
"The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so, we cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication."
Title is how long I've been awake. I wasn't able to sleep at all. I sat in bed but my brain wouldn't turn off.
I know I'm not the best of people. I've come to terms with that a while ago. I will not always say the right things. I won't always do the best things. I won't say things how I mean them. I won't understand fully. Any person is like that, though I seem exceptional at it. I've come to terms with that. However, it doesn't mean I don't try my best to make sure I fuck up as little as possible. And yet, I still make things worse. Its frustrating at times, outright aweful others. It stressed me out to piss others off around me, especially those I care about. Sorry.
Not feeling right at all anyway. Lost would be the best way to describe it. Or missing. Tough to explain, well, simple real, but no real answer.