Friday, February 09, 2007
Can't sleep.

I hate it when i start thinking.
I never get sleep that way.
And I've got a lecture in the morning.


Here's a a little notion for you to digest.
If it makes sense at all, that is.
That when life kicks you in the balls, it's best to lie on your side, assuming the foetal position till the pain eventually subsides.

I don't know. I feel like I've been neglecting the more important things in life for trivial indulgences.
What I do know, the least, is I need to sort out these issues that eat me inside.
Some are definitely irredeemable but at least those that can be sorted out internally.

See, I highly doubt I'll ever get to speak to her again.
I don't need to. I just want her to know.
I hate this insecurity.

I want something out of what I have now.
I just don't know what it is myself.
Maybe some 'me' time would help.
Couldn't hurt, right?

But I think it kinda did me with Steph.
How can something you saw coming still hurt?

It's like the bullet you know is coming straight at you.
But you refuse to dodge.

I read somewhere. Tuesday's with Morrie, I think, that when you embrace the emotion it's easier to detach when time calls.
Utter bullshit.

I feel like such a whiny baby now.
And I can't believe I'm talking to myself on my blog.
Heh.
That's a chuckle amidst the yawning.

I think I'll fall asleep with my friend the TV again.

Alesana is amazing.
They've been 'serenading' me with Tilting the Hourglass since.
Thanks Russ.



*And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.