I know I read a quote somewhere saying this exact thing, but you really do seem to look at life differently when you’re not a part of it. Maybe it’s just this phase of my life, but I don’t have anywhere to go or people to meet. I don’t really have someone I’d consider “a close friend.” Heck, if I do decide to open up and talk to someone, it’s usually just for language practice.
What I’m trying to say is, instead of doing things, I’m kind of left just looking at things.
I chose a really bad time to start this post; it’s past midnight and my eyes are burning like crazy. To press on or not to press on? I’m in a dilemma right now, because I want to be disciplined and make the right choice. But what does being disciplined imply in this situation? Resisting the urge to write and go to sleep (which is good for my body) or resisting sleep to write (which is good for my soul).
By the way, since only my penpal from Sri Lanka reads this regularly, I think it’s safe to say that I’m doing this for myself. Writing, I mean. Wow, speaking of writing, I just made so many typos. I must be really tired, as I rarely makes this many mistakes as I write. (Just sayin’)
I swear I had a really good idea for this post. I swear! But, I can only fight off sleep so much. I’ll just leave a timestamp and start again another day. I was just going to sign off with “Good niiight” til I realized that I hadn’t written like that in a while. My most recent posts were rather aggressive, actually. Me thinks. But don’t worry, I’ll always be a softie at heart.
I don’t like admitting this, but I’m a huuuge softie. If I were a giant I would be a gentle giant. Because I’m gentle. :)
And my exterior is gentle too, so I don’t know who I’m fooling. Nobody.
Oh, and to anybody who has ever wronged me: I don’t hate you. Even if I say I do, I don’t. It has nothing to do with you, and everything to do with me. And I just can’t bring myself to do it.