Thoughts

I just don't know where I am right now. I thought I had it, but I just can't say.

I'm grateful to have a day away from my boss. I need the breather.

I'm awake because I'm waiting for a man that I'm not sure is right. Right in a lot of ways, right in the ways I want as well.

I'm going to bitch as much tomorrow when I'm just as exhausted.

I don't get all of this.

Perhaps I'm just dumb, perhaps I try too hard sometimes.

I don't want my heart broken again. Or any of the parts of me that have been gone for a few years.

So, how long do I wait? Am I stupid for waiting? Probably. But the result is so much better than the not even trying. The super, extra-Cosmo girl just never existed.

I'm thrown. I'll be OK, if only because I have no choice.

(He said, you call too often. Fuck!)