...But I have them...and at times I bloody well wish they'd leave me be and I could rest in peace...(No, not a death wish...just a wish that I could sleep at least 4 hours in one night)... I'm a walking zombie any more... If I didn't have a visit from Dr. Annie Hauser Busch now and then I'd never sleep a wink!
It's not fair.
Oh yeah, I rememember...life is not fair. *heavy sigh*
I just wish I could SLEEP damnit!
But every time I rest my exhausted head on my pillow thoughts of HIM creep up and I cry and cry... I can't skin any more...I don't have any desire to be creative... I only feel this pathetic tugging deep inside my wounded heart that urges me to not give up even though...I am a fool.
I love him too much too ever hurt him...he is a most wonderful man, you know? The kind that haunts you and you resist and resist until one day you realize he is the most perfect person on earth for you.
