It's late.
And I should be in bed.
But I'm not.
I'm busy. I should sleep.
I have a retreat.
I have a show.
I have homework.
I need to be in bed.
But I'm not.
Why?
Well, I've been packing, I've been on the internet killing time.
I've been dwelling.
I can't seem to shake it. I am so involved emotionally with someone who is quickly becoming a best friend and at the same time someone who is leaving my life way sooner than I'd have liked.
I don't think I can love, or even care. I'm either numb or so incredibly deep that I've forgotten how deep I am.
What? What is this?
The theme of the week, and it's kind of getting old.
I'm so exhausted already.
And I've just started my semester. I'm off to a bad start.
My friend gets married tomorrow (today). Crazy.
Adding another to the list.
I want that. But maybe I'm not capable, maybe I'm not ready.
And I'm sure I'm most certainly barking up the wrong tree.
Well.
Cheers.
This post seems irrelevant.
Hmm.
It's late.
