Don't Bother

It's late and I'm tired, and maybe if I just get all this out, I'll be able to rest.

I hurt.

So damn much, and I don't know if it's going to get any better.

And that's frustrating as hell.

And those that mean the most to me are far away... I hate going to sleep alone. I hate waking up alone. I hate being awake late at night with nothing but NPR to keep me company. Eating alone, driving alone, alone alone alone.

The sooner it is that I get to see them, the worse it gets it seems...

I just don't get it.




There was actually a hair on my notebook, and I didn't notice until I got that picture on my computer and tried to wipe it off.

Ridiculousness.