so much, none of it making sense.
of bottles crashing by my feet, causing blood to trickle all over my sandals. of cab drivers making illegal left turns, making me think they're going to kill me if i don't get the hell out of the taxi. of friends who have been reduced to mere phone book entries. of office email being removed permanently by management. of changes, of boredom, of searching, of wanting. of sobriety or the obvious lack of it.
sleep, yes. this is the answer. temporary though it may be.
i'm tired. i'll be 25 a month from now and while i have a lot to celebrate, i'm not sure how i'm going to celebrate it. wow. 25. who knew we'd get this far, eh?
for the first time ever, i have a good idea of what is worth living for.
but for now.. sleep.
sleep, yes. this is the answer. temporary though it may be.
i'm tired. i'll be 25 a month from now and while i have a lot to celebrate, i'm not sure how i'm going to celebrate it. wow. 25. who knew we'd get this far, eh?
for the first time ever, i have a good idea of what is worth living for.
but for now.. sleep.