A post in which I ramble about a lot...highly incoherently and cryptically.


Peter just wrote in his post: I sleep for so long because I secretly hope that I won't wake up.

To a certain extent, I think I feel this exact same way.


Sometimes things just hit you. Like a ton of bricks. And anything that was floating and happy and twirling high in the sky suddenly falls to the ground with the force of the universe on it. Just one comment, one question can change everything, even if only for a moment. Who's that a picture of? And I'm speechless. And hoping for a quick subject change.


I was going to make this a friend's only post. But I didn't. I'm not sure why not. Nor why I would have in the first place.


I would say that I'm a fairly secure person, but when insecurities hit...they are a bitch.


And I'm tired. I'm going to bed now.