Three really good weeks. Sad how relations with one person can just pull my emotions out of sync again. At least this isn't love...or in love emotion. That's a totally different whack to the head. No, this is just the love of friends and the crazy shit you let some of them get away with because you're friends. And yet. I don't. I think I stretch to a point where the rubberband has to come and snap back or else it will break. I don't feel like breaking.
No way to get eight tonight.
(Hours of sleep you whores)
It's writing like that that reminds me that I'm aware of other eyes reading again. Sigh. Writing for myself again.