When you're me it matters very little. Losing track of it....I can never actually keep track if I'm to be honest. I can't tell an hour from five minutes. I'm crazy. I know but I don't really mind.
My lack of time-tracking helps me to lose myself, lose everything I want to shut out. Hence the reason I don't try to...most likely I'll simply stress about the amount of time I'm wasting.
I hope time really does heal all. At this point I am really hurt. I hate feeling in love...it always makes me feel so raw, bare, naked to everything. Raw...everything frazzles me emotionally...add to the usual up down moodiness *sigh* I'm hoping time really heals and that I can lose track of that also.
So at this late hour...I'm sitting here...hurt...hurting....and unsure of what to do with myself *sigh*
Shazi C
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Thanks. Danke. Grazie. Gracias.