February 19, 2008

I write letters to myself on the beach
Current mood: exhausted

Fine, we'll do it your way.

I'm too fucking tired to argue about it, and I'm too weak to keep picking up pieces you can't seem to hold.

Stop falling, for just one second. PLEASE. Just let me take in a breath of fresh air. I'm missing the springtime weather because of you and it's pissing me off.

Why are sitting in here whining about the shit you "can't" fix? Especially since you know damn well that you can You just don't want to. I do not pity you, I do not sympathize.

Stop being a baby and get the fuck on your way.

Because you're better than this, you're better than him, you're better than them. You are damn sure better than sitting inside writing a blog about some fucking sand castles.

Go ahead and cry about the shit that's going on, whine a little harder and maybe life will decide to play fair.

Or, seeing as how want to spend the rest of your life changing the shit that's unfair, maybe it would be good fucking practice to take care of some of the injustices you face. Stop being so scared to find out that they are injustices you cause for your own damn self, because at least that way you'll know the problem.

I'm tired. And I'm so fucking tired of being so tired because you can't seem to carry yourself through a day that goes shitty and bad and terrible and that you just want to go sleep through.

That's not the point and you know it, because in your heart you know that you just want to wake up and make it through the day with out thinking about him, without thinking about you, without thinking about being something else or better. You're not going to be something better, you don't need to be.

You don't need to improve yourself just because someone came along and kicked over that damn beach fortress right when you were finishing up with the last details.

Shit. Happens.

Now move the fuck on, go enjoy your day and sleep tonight.

Your insomnia is annoying the fuck out of me.

Tags: blogs