so much for being...
I'll be fine, I'm gonna be alright, it's simply another day, another crazy night. Drinking at four because it's sunday and I can... and I'm a lush... and so are my friends... It's soon to be nap time, my lil peewie brain aches and although I want to I can't sleep in the bed. He told me he can't handle that it smells like me afterwords. Well... so be it, the couch will suffice. Needless to say, I could use a break from all of this madness, could use a little time to breathe and just be. I'm running in circles... I like him, simply not his baggage, and he says there's nothing he can do. Well, I suppose there's nothing I can do either hmm? Who f'n knows... maybe it's for the best then...I could cry though, and I didn't lie when I said it aches, this hunger, this drive for all of him. I hate myself for feeling this way; I've never been the needy one, the one to push for anything.It all works out in the end, I know this, I just would love to know now. It's all in the learning, in the process...