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2005-07-14 ~ 2:04 a.m.
Middle of the NightFunny how I only ever seem to want to write in the middle of the night or when I'm at work. Truthfully I get the urge most often at 2 in the morning, when I should be sleeping, but never am. Most of the time I squash it down, thinking I don't really have anything to say, or at least nothing I want to share. Which is really funny when you think about it. This is supposed to be a personal journal, but only a very slight amount of the time do I use it as such. Most of the time I think, gee, I don't have anything to say, or at least nothing I want people to hear. Some part of me thinks I should write whatever I want whenever, and the rest of the world be damned...but in the end I'm not that brave. Yes I realize I'm rambling, but it's the middle of the night, I'm a little wired, a little tired and really just have too many thoughts going around in my head to actually pin any of them down. The last couple of days have been so strange, I just don't know what to make of them. Half of me feels I should write about it, get it out, the rest of me doesn't even want to think about it myself, never mind trying to explain it. Or justify it, cause in the end I know I would feel I would have to justify my feelings, if only to myself. It's strange, I'm still so awake, and yet I'm utterly exhausted and want to sleep. I've been exhausted for a while. I think part of it may be lack of sleep and long hours, but some part of me wonders if there isn't more to it. I suppose it doesn't matter. I have to be up and ready for work in under 5 hours. I should at least make some attempt at sleep, no matter how awake I am right now. Stupid noctural habits. | ||
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