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I'm so freaking tired...I'm not sure why I don't want to sleep, but I'm fighting it like a hyper five year old. So I sit here in the dark, listening to music, typing something that'll probably turn into some stupid stream of conciousness thing =P Of course I may just be too tired to even think...naw. My mind is always going, even when I don't want it to. I don't want to sleep because I don't want to see the other side of tomorrow. It sounds exhausting, it sounds lonely, and it sounds fake. That's the key word right there isn't it...am I being untrue to myself, or untrue to the ideals that are placed upon me? I generally don't give a crap what others think, or expect of me...but sometimes...so I've met someone who matters. I'd have to do some heavy soul searching in order to say whether this was good or not. I know that it's good that I've met someone who's super awesome, but (there's that damn word again) even the sweetest smelling roses have thorns. On the other hand, I'm positive that even mother Theresa swore at some starving person at least once (even if it was in her head...bitch!) Perhaps I'm too jaded. It is possible...anything is possible. I love that line about the only constant is change...this means though that nothing is permanent. Thinking about it I find that that really isn't a bad thing. Juat because something isn't permanent doesn't mean it can't last forever, only that it'll keep changing. Monotony is horrible, mind numbing, and a waste. Hmmm...I think I need to relearn some basics =P
Maybe this writing shit is theraputic. That's what I've heard anyway. I've read some of the crap on here...fucking dramas. It's like highschool all over again. Who the fuck want's that, but here I sit typing..."...when you can count on one hand what you love, and you can count on who you love to help you on your long way down..." Well, someone must want it (maybe I even want it, but most likely not) and communication is always important. This pot won't be calling any kettle's black. That won't stop me from kicking a few though :) Hehehehe
I'm enjoying this Train CD entirely too much =P "...I'll tell myself I don't need you, I'll tell myself enough to get me through..."
Sleep beckons...hmm...I may just understand passing out with exhaustion now. Why does that seem so warm and fuzzy? "...as I float along this ocean I can feel you like a notion that won't seem to let me go..."
Maybe this writing shit is theraputic. That's what I've heard anyway. I've read some of the crap on here...fucking dramas. It's like highschool all over again. Who the fuck want's that, but here I sit typing..."...when you can count on one hand what you love, and you can count on who you love to help you on your long way down..." Well, someone must want it (maybe I even want it, but most likely not) and communication is always important. This pot won't be calling any kettle's black. That won't stop me from kicking a few though :) Hehehehe
I'm enjoying this Train CD entirely too much =P "...I'll tell myself I don't need you, I'll tell myself enough to get me through..."
Sleep beckons...hmm...I may just understand passing out with exhaustion now. Why does that seem so warm and fuzzy? "...as I float along this ocean I can feel you like a notion that won't seem to let me go..."