talking to myself
I often talk to myself, you know some things just make more sense when you say them out loud. I guess this is kinda like what this livejournal is to me. A conversation with myself. because nobody reads it. It's just me entering pointless entries but these somewhat pointless entries are helping me make sense of my fucked up life. i still think to myself a lot more than i think out loud partly because there are a lot of things swimming around in my mind that i would rather keep to myself. at the moment i am sitting in front of this humming machine that makes me dizzy to look at for too long. there is an ice pack bandaged to my ribs on the left side. i don't know why but my ribs have been hurting for the past week only on the left side. i also have to work in the morning at 7 and i know i won't sleep tonight. i have far too much energy and i slept a lot this weekend. thank god for that. went to a concert, got into an arguement, felt irritated,stood around in a cold parking lot, got bitched at, drove a lot, and after a frozen yogurt and a BBQ my weekend is over and i still have this aching that won't go away. someone that makes me smile is all i want. Laugh, have fun and not get hurt i don't have much time and i just want it to be enjoyable.when i leave the sun will still come up everyday and set each night the waves will roll in with the tide and i'll be taking pictures on a beach somewhere down south. but right now i will still smile when the sun is blinding me and the wind is blowing through my hair, driving the windy road home from the town i like to spend my time in.