It's rare that I can't sleep. And for some reason spell check is telling me rare isn't a word. Whatever. Anyways. I like sleep. I probably sleep more than the average person. I'm generally a sleepier person. But I can not for the life of me get to sleep. My mind is awake. For some reason, its thinking about The Future and everything I can do to ( Read more... )

Walking home, I already knew how I was going to start this entry: "I am a clusterfuck of emotions right now" was how it was going to start. And I still am.

( A clusterfuck of emotions, that is. )

Alright, I'll warn you now. This shit is gonna get deep and psychological and probably pretty damn boring for you. If you endure though, I'll try to keep it light and fun.

( Meta-cognition. )

I've been relatively proud of my self-awareness of the past few years. My intrapersonal knowledge has been more finely tuned, and its nice. I know myself, I explore, I ask questions, it's good ( Read more... )

I slept for nearly twelve hours last night. I don't get to do that often anymore, unsurprisingly. ( I always have a lot of dreams. )

I'm tired of wasting my time. That's all I need to say.

Because I am. I need to move again. And not in the sense of location.

Wandering eyes ( Read more... )

Fever.
Dreams.
Bad combination.

I had a dream about death last night. Fittingly, I suppose, but it was also terribly... ironic? That's not the right word ( Read more... )

( My dreams hate me. I have decided this. )