The Early Morning Brings Ghosts To Life
This morning sucked; it's hard to look over at a clock reading "3:00 AM" (knowing you will have to deal with waking up at 6:30) and not get a little frustrated. After tossing and turning for probably about four hours, I abandoned all hope for required REM and settled for the leftovers.
I feel pretty hostile - I'm finding myself just generally not okay with most of the thoughts running through my head, let alone the situtations I find myself in and the people I smile and greet. Maybe this is a slap in the face to let some things go, but that's always easier said that done. I find my mind clouded with inconsistencies and the words of invisible monsters - feeling at least two steps behind reality.
Have you ever felt like nothing is working out? Where you just feel bombarded by a list of changes that never seems to get any shorter? Maybe it's just the lack of sleep; maybe not. Maybe I'm just tired to the point that I'm ready to close myself off in my room and pretend like nothing is really happening. I feel stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Fuck.
Anyways, now that I've filled the page with a rant reminiscent of my junior year in high school, I'm happy to say that my sister got here safe and sound from Portland yesterday. The adventure begins.
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