think im jsut gonna stop caring for a bit. i failed tonight but reading oneline tonight does'nt amke me feel so bad. i'm giving it a shot between working and relaxation i find little time. maybe i suck.

todays thought.
"through cycles and waves we often behave like children chasing a train. never close enough to conceive the reality step out off the train station in our eyes. leave the dreaming up to professionals. Over again those words in my head "He's too pretty for me." a pattern within the corners of my mind guarded by white fences where it all makes sense within the dream I prefer to call my life not pretty imagery."

drinking myself to sleep.