you'd think i'd be happy.
i mean it's freakin FLORIDA for crying out loud!
in the middle of january!
how much better can you get? (aside from hawaii or some island)
and yet i feel empty and like i'd rather be home..
with my girls.
out at ziggy's or wild wings or doing whatever in the world we would be doing tonight.
but those two are probably where they are.
and i'm not.
why the hell am i not happy to be in florida?
i'm on vacation. no work for a week.
no responsibilities for a week.
no one to answer to really.
just me my dad and met's fantasy camp and some family.
what the hell is wrong with me?
and i can't stop thinking about the fact that as i write this,
as the lack of communication continues, i'm probably blowing things with you.
if there is anything to begin with.
i don't get me.
i don't get anything anymore.
i'm just a confused dumb tired person.
i don't know what more to write, really.. i just had to get that all out.
it was on my mind and i'm confusing myself with what i'm feeling.
or lacking in feeling.
hopefully it's just me being overtired from lack of sleep and travelling.
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