I suddenly miss you. Haven’t missed you like this in awhile. Well not since you’ve left I guess. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s the possibility of seeing you in slightly over a week. Hell I’m not even sure if you’re going. But maybe just maybe. Sometimes I want to just text you to see how you’ve been. But pride gets in the way I guess. That sense of giving in stops me from doing it. And possibly also the fear of the reaction and nonchalant reply that puts me off. I don’t know why. I just know tonight; in this very moment - I’m plagued by thoughts of you.
Now this is definitely one of my mantra’s in life. Face up to how you feel. There’s nothing wrong with it so don’t be ashamed.
I’m not an addict. I just talk about it with passion and crave the openness that people show once they’ve had some. I think I’m attracted to it solely because people are way too uptight in life - we take things way too seriously and keep things to ourselves for fear of being judged and laughed at.
Unfortunately I’ve never be able to do this successfully. On the rare occasion that I acutally get to fall back to sleep and better yet manage to somehow continue dreaming, the second part of the dream is always weird - never quite the same as before I awoke.
All the timeeeeeee. sigh.