Are getting really old. Sometimes even the most sound logic can't get me out of the state of "blah" ...but life goes on. The longer I stare at my math homework the more I am inclined to think about the parts of my life that aren't numbers, but actually problems that can't be solved right now or can't come to a clean answer. I am sick of this stomachache. I am sick of switching from staring out my window to being terrified to lift the blinds. Last but not least, I am sick AND tired of only wanting one thing, that being the one thing that is so far out of my reach that I fall off the stool every time I lean over to reach for it.
Blah.
M-schwa-r.
John Mayer said it best..."When you're dreaming with a broken heart, waking up is the hardest part."
Then again, maybe it was the Weepies..."Woke up and wished that I was dead, with an aching in my head, I lay motionless in bed."
Relient K? ..."Clinging to the remnants of perfection like most do after they break it..."
Sara Barellies hopefully got it the MOST right, though. "I'll be all right, just not tonight. Someday."
