maybe… just maybe…

Nov. 19th, 2007 | 07:11 am

I force myself to crawl off the couch after about 4 hours of restless psudo sleep. Another wonderful fucking day begins.

I tried to stay asleep, really i did. It occurs to occasionally that if I don’t wake up, if I could somehow manage to just stay asleep, then maybe this won’t turn out to be real. Everything since I was five or some shit has just been some twisted fucked up dream (some long-running soap opera ended that way… before my time).

But that never happens to me. No, dear reader. I must awake, and find another day wanting…

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