I'm afraid because my dreams are becoming far-off possibilities ( Read more... )

Darn it. I should have known. I mean, it should have been obvious ( Read more... )

One of the good things (actually, it's pretty great) about working night-shift is the drive back home ( Read more... )

I wanna stay home.

I'm worried.

I'm thirsty.

I'm tired of work.

Whine, whine.

It's not so much that work is physically killing me. Just, mentally. Boredom, monotony.

Speaking of work, I have to go now.

Laterness.

Reading old entries feels like traveling backwards in time.

If I'd get stuck in certain days, I sometimes wouldn't mind.

There are many days I miss.

But I guess I have to make new days to miss later on.

It's not "why?" now. It's just "ow".

Leaving now.

Laterness.

I'm missing moments. Feels like missing pieces.

Voices of my sweet weakness and memories that should make me happy just bring me closer to the breaking point.

I have questions no one can answer.

Yet I'm starting to think I'm not so worthless.

Maybe I am important. Sometimes ( Read more... )

I'm exhausted. Still my mind won't settle down. Racing, torturing ( Read more... )

An idiot.

Laterness.

Fighting with myself.

No one is winning.

Frustration.

Laterness.

I think this thing has become a need to me. A walking cane for an old man.I can't help it; I need something to drive me sane ( Read more... )