Are you there, Internet? It’s me, Tim.
I’ve been up for I don’t know how long because I was unable to sleep, so, here I am, drinking one of my many daily cups of tea. I think I literally drink about 3-4 cups of tea a day. One day, I will die of tea overdose, and all will be right in the world.
I’d be okay with dying from too much tea.
Anyway, I am unable to sleep because I have a clusterfuck of emotions running through my head right now, which mostly have to do with a realization that I had last night, which caused my little insomnia. Seriously, I’ve never just been unable to sleep because I couldn’t stop thinking about something, or, partly in this case, someone.
(One of my eyes looks like it’s gonna fall asleep.)
I want to get out of here. I don’t want to put trust in people. I want to lose touch with everyone, and start over. I want to act like a little whiny baby, move away to somewhere far, like New York, be able to take care of myself, and forget about my life in California.
This is a good picture. It illustrates my disdain for life very adequately.
It doesn’t matter how many people tell me they love me: I’ll just say it back, because I mean it, but continue to pretend that they’re someone else that I’ll never hear it from.
I’m okay with being alone.
I’m not okay with being alone.
Sometimes I look at where I am: Attending college, and driving, and eating coffee cakes and pretending to talk about the Stock Market, and wonder when I wasn’t ten years old anymore. It feels weird, to imagine that I’m an adult, because I sure as hell don’t feel like one. I don’t think I’m quite ready to do anything, but I want to get out of here already. People are annoying here. But then there are some who I… wouldn’t mind taking with me.
There are some smiles that you just never forget.
In short, once again, I ain’t doin’ too hot right now.
At least the tea is good.
End little girl post.