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March 3, 2013
It's a cycle. You. Me. This day called Sunday. In the end it all boils down to: It is I who's hurting myself. Not you. And this is why I can't blame any one for why I wake up so goddamn tired every day. Maybe in my sleep I fight so many monsters that when I wake up my joints are complaining. There must be something I can do to stop the cycle. Maybe I already know what it is, maybe I'm just refusing to admit I do. Maybe, all of this won't matter in 5 years. I'm so tired.