It's so strange how I stay up so late, knowing I have to get up early in the morning. I dont even try to go to bed anymore. Then I find myself thinking, and then I'm here. Typing another entry, pouring my heart out onto the computer for god knows who to read these days. I guess that's all fine though. Mainly because I write this only for one person. She seems to get what I'm saying and we interest each other beyond belief...well at least she interests me because we have lived so differently but have still come out with some very similar attitudes and opinions. Now I'm just rambling.
So why is it that just last week if I went with 4 hours of sleep I was tired, but just last night I only got 2 hours of sleep and got right up and ready for the day? Maybe it's because last week I kept myself up so late afraid to sleep for what I'd see in dreams and nightmares that always come but last night I just non-chalantly went to bed when it seemed fit. I guess I'm just finally succumbing to all these things that have driving me mad, or maybe I'm finally opening my eyes and becoming sane. Maybe this is growing up? I guess we'll find out.
The world is a strange place but surprisingly nothing to be scared of. Some barriers will never be broken and some walls have to fall. I say bring it all on cos I'm getting stronger...or is it more numb? every day. Until next time.