Sep 13, 2004 04:04
For the life of me I can't to go sleep. I have to go to work in like 5 hours but I simply cannot fall asleep. I really don't know what's up with me. The only good thing that comes out of my random insomnia, weird poetry. I've been very, very Silvia Plath recently. It's cool but I'd trade my 4 new poems for 4 good hours of sleep.
I miss Holly Susan. I know she's only like 2 hours away, but it's not the same. Were not the same anymore.
And these past few weeks those damn Y chromosomes have just been......nothing. I dunno why my weakness is boys. It's weird I seem to get to a certain level of friendship and I'm like their sister or makeout buddie, nothing more. I wish I could kick this habit, this addiction to men, or at least figure out how they work. I mean I try and be honest and get no where. I try and be elusive and mysterious and get nothing. I give bits of myself away emotionally, mentally, physically,poetically and I always seem to get back to the same spot. On the phone, with my chickadees tryin to figure out where I went wrong. It just hurts my brain thinking bout it. Maybe I'm just sayin this cause I'm tired. Maybe I'll make this entry baleeted strong bad style by the time I leave for work. Maybe my philosophies on life need some tweaking.