.oO(Sometimes I blur the edges.) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 26 April 2009: 9am. Maybe I was too honest tonight, even though he brought that on himself. Maybe I am posting while intoxicated, even though I know it's better to not do this. Maybe my thoughts are tainted by the writing style of the author whose books I cannot put down. Maybe I am too involved in the daydreams created by these books. Maybe I am narrating every.single.word that I say (and think) based on the above truths. Maybe the sleeping pill that I took at 1am is still in my system... even though it didn't put me to sleep like it was supposed to... it's just waiting. Maybe it's the vodka I've been drinking since 4am, and it is currently 9am. Maybe I need to sleep, and the rest can wait. Maybe I shouldn't have said the things that I did - but I think it is better that I put it all out there. Maybe I still want to know why he was angry. Maybe I should just go to sleep. No one else is awake right now that could abate my curiosity. No one else is awake and available that could make these easier. Then I'm done here. If there is nothing else, I am done here. A goodnight video, and then to bed. -Lisa. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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