You know the worse part about writing is when you can't stop, when you feel like the only time you can breathe is when you write. when you can say what your heart and mind really desires. sitting in a bathtub with a migraine from hell, hangover from love, and too much caffeine, all while sweating like a pig from the heat in the bathroom, trying to not knock the laptop in the tub just so you can get some relief. Just so you can say that you said all that needed to be said, even if no one reads it or ever hears it. my fingers feel relieved and somehow my heart and mind at ease. I really should stop, i know this is dangerous, who seriously sits their laptop on the side of the tub does this? lol This is what I need so this is what I do :) I think i'm almost done now, with my rants. I'm pretty sure tonight i will drug myself so I can sleep and not think. my brain needs an off button or at least a pause button. it never stops, no matter how hard i try. i swear its a curse . i'm just trying to remember what i ever did so wrong to deserve such an unhealthy curse.
yep i think that's it. time for some rest. I hope i don't think about any of this tonight. . .
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