The night was long, but the morning has been longer still. Even after settling comfortably among the sheets, thoughts were swirling like mad...detached thoughts...tired thoughts. I feel so worn. I feel so removed...an emotional void. Aspirations lie in a heap at my feet, and all I can do is stare stupidly while they are swept into the dustpan of reality. Heh. What is the reality?
I only allow myself to see what I want to see...what I need to see. To see anything else leaves me feeling hollow and without direction. It's moments like this that I despise myself for letting the numbness wear off. It shouldn't get to me - I'm used to it. It is moments like this that I despise my blind obstinacy...the faint glimmer that leads in an endless dance of perplexity.
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sounds very melancholy
I miss my Brittany! How sad, I've always known what you were talking about, even if you're incredibly cryptic :( We are going to do something next week, and that's that! I'm praying for ya, and I hope your weekend is super!
oh i hope that empty feeling goes away--the way to feel the most alive is to rest in God. I LOVE YOU!!
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