Running on low
I asked someone what day it was today, because I didn't believe the day my computer swears it is. Wednesday morning, 2:30am. Why do I feel like more than just a day has passed? I could have sworn it was Friday morning. Mmmmm, maybe it's because I haven't gone to bed in a really long time? Let me think... I can't really think right now. I just know I've been up for a few days without any sleep and not much food. I'm going to bed tonight, that's for sure. What I'm trying to figure out is whether or not I'm gunna wake up early and clean the house to get some money. Me thinks I won't. I will take the day to relax and rest rather than go out and do what I've been doing these past few sleepless days and nights.
Trying to make sense of other people's messes. "Being life's lapdog" is what Daniel said I believe. That sounds about right. I can't count the number of bus rides I've taken in the last three days, being dragged everywhere by different people who swore theire lives would end if I didn't help them. I've given so much away that I have nothing left for myself, material or intangible-wise. As drained and tired as I am, I feel happy that I've been able to help these people, no matter how insignificant the situations truly were despite attempts to overdramatize it.
I look back and I feel selfish for kind of wishing that I had something for myself. Be it 2e or energy at least. However, I wouldn't change what happened even if I could. Oh, btw, I'm using this as an excuse for the lack of e-mails being sent out, though I do promise you that I have 6 or 7 different e-mails halfway written on word saved on my desktop. Blatant obvious reminders that I need to finish em off and send em.
As for the story in the last entry, yeah, well, that was just a story, everything more than a story, absolutely nothing, and everything that it could mean. Does anyone understand?
Trying to make sense of other people's messes. "Being life's lapdog" is what Daniel said I believe. That sounds about right. I can't count the number of bus rides I've taken in the last three days, being dragged everywhere by different people who swore theire lives would end if I didn't help them. I've given so much away that I have nothing left for myself, material or intangible-wise. As drained and tired as I am, I feel happy that I've been able to help these people, no matter how insignificant the situations truly were despite attempts to overdramatize it.
I look back and I feel selfish for kind of wishing that I had something for myself. Be it 2e or energy at least. However, I wouldn't change what happened even if I could. Oh, btw, I'm using this as an excuse for the lack of e-mails being sent out, though I do promise you that I have 6 or 7 different e-mails halfway written on word saved on my desktop. Blatant obvious reminders that I need to finish em off and send em.
As for the story in the last entry, yeah, well, that was just a story, everything more than a story, absolutely nothing, and everything that it could mean. Does anyone understand?