I've been having trouble sleeping. It's 9am. I took a half hour nap at 2:30am, and I've been insomnia status ever since. I had a feast-size load of dishes waiting for me when I woke up, and yet the whole lot of nothing on tv in the dead of morning couldn't help me shut down for the night.
I'm kind of a mess right now. I keep thinking about plans. Who is this? This is Mr. I don't plan things out. Life catches you in strange circumstances. I'm overdue for a change.
All comparisons aside, I'm thankful. And blessed. It's hard being human when you don't have a handle on everything... wait. That's life.
I wish you could see me like I see me. Or maybe better, how He sees me.
9:23am. As long as my mind wanders, I can't sleep. I feel like calling someone. Who? Man, I don't think it matters too much at this point.
I feel like an open book. Dusty, at that.
I haven't written this much in a while. There's always something to say, but no words in sight. Or earshot.
My siblings and I talked about politics. My bro said he doesn't care about politics. My sis said she didn't believe in anything. And in my mind it was a huge letdown. Not because I believe that strongly in the political system, but because politics works when people believe in things and are open to discussion. Even though our institutions are based on serving your interests first, if everyone had an interest in the greater good, we'd actually have some damn progress.
Is there something you're not telling me?
I really hate when other people take out their frustrations on you. I might call someone out the next time it happens. I've being itching to call someone out. I chalk it up to my growing intolerance for things left undone. Somebody's gotta call somebody out, and it's not to point fingers, but to make things better.
Can't we be honest with each other?
There's a lot going on that's talked about and little else.
This Black Friday thing is pretty ridiculous. What is it about this gift giving season that brings out the worst capitalism offers?
The more and more independent I've become, the more I value teamwork and family and that whole group dynamic. Why is it escaping me now then?
How do you put something together when your glue has dried out?
I've been having some elaborate dreams again lately. One involved keeping my room organized and getting upset when everything got shuffled around. I guess I feel like that every day at the apartment, since we basically turned the dining room into the storage area and the living room is full of crap. My only paid job right now involves moving, packing, and unpacking equipment, and yet I have trouble unpacking my own stuff.
10:00am. I'mma eat breakfast, but my sisters are downstairs and I don't feel like setting something off again...
I'm kind of a mess right now. I keep thinking about plans. Who is this? This is Mr. I don't plan things out. Life catches you in strange circumstances. I'm overdue for a change.
All comparisons aside, I'm thankful. And blessed. It's hard being human when you don't have a handle on everything... wait. That's life.
I wish you could see me like I see me. Or maybe better, how He sees me.
9:23am. As long as my mind wanders, I can't sleep. I feel like calling someone. Who? Man, I don't think it matters too much at this point.
I feel like an open book. Dusty, at that.
I haven't written this much in a while. There's always something to say, but no words in sight. Or earshot.
My siblings and I talked about politics. My bro said he doesn't care about politics. My sis said she didn't believe in anything. And in my mind it was a huge letdown. Not because I believe that strongly in the political system, but because politics works when people believe in things and are open to discussion. Even though our institutions are based on serving your interests first, if everyone had an interest in the greater good, we'd actually have some damn progress.
Is there something you're not telling me?
I really hate when other people take out their frustrations on you. I might call someone out the next time it happens. I've being itching to call someone out. I chalk it up to my growing intolerance for things left undone. Somebody's gotta call somebody out, and it's not to point fingers, but to make things better.
Can't we be honest with each other?
There's a lot going on that's talked about and little else.
This Black Friday thing is pretty ridiculous. What is it about this gift giving season that brings out the worst capitalism offers?
The more and more independent I've become, the more I value teamwork and family and that whole group dynamic. Why is it escaping me now then?
How do you put something together when your glue has dried out?
I've been having some elaborate dreams again lately. One involved keeping my room organized and getting upset when everything got shuffled around. I guess I feel like that every day at the apartment, since we basically turned the dining room into the storage area and the living room is full of crap. My only paid job right now involves moving, packing, and unpacking equipment, and yet I have trouble unpacking my own stuff.
10:00am. I'mma eat breakfast, but my sisters are downstairs and I don't feel like setting something off again...
