Of course you are. This may sound shitty, but it's more than likely going to be rough for a bit, still. BUT, as I said before, you are tough. You will eventually be doing better. Thinking of you, my dear.

Thank you. It means a lot.

want me to make it harder?

Insomnia.

Hah; I (kinda) know that feel right now. Went to sleep at 1030, I was wide awake at 3. O_o

I was close to that last night. Went to bed at 10, woke up around 3 and couldn't fall back asleep for about an hour. Mostly because my mind kicks into full gear when I wake up, plus the moon was shining rather bright through my window.

Those times when you feel terrible for every shitty thing that you've done. Every time you haven't lived by the standards you wish to hold yourself to. The times when you convinced yourself that something was right when it wasn't.

And you lay awake until 3am with that little voice in your head reading off every single thing you've fucked up, in chronological order?
I hate that son of a bitch.

I ended up crashing around 630. Hilariously enough, my alarm went out PRECISELY the second I closed my eyes.

I hear that. I wound up waking up only a couple hours after I fell asleep, and then I couldn't get back to sleep. I just laid there looking at the ceiling while my mind kept racing with thoughts about everything that has happened, and a lot of what ifs. I nearly drove myself crazy. I finally got back to sleep a few hours later, and then wound up sleeping all day.

yeah. that's no good. and then you berate yourself for being stupid and the list gets longer WHILE YOU'RE REHASHING IT. stupid brain.

Yep. The more you tell your brain to shut up, the more it "talks."

mine just "thinks" when i'm by myself.

Whatever this "Harlem Shake" fad is, fuck it, just on principle.
I will try to avoid it as long as possible, just like with "Gangnam Style".

We are brothers in this.

Yeah, in the same way cancer is awesome.

I'd build a time machine so I could go back in time to when you heard for the first time and kick you square in your little T-Rabbes.

Then I'd say "Remember this when you hear that fucking song. Remember it FOREVER."

Then I'd fart on your face and disappear into the night.

It's the little things that matter most. Get it? Little? Things?

What I'm saying here is that you have a small penis! BURRRRRN!

Let's drink your small raisin-like penis!



I kid, I kid.

It's more like a half of a badly chewed cashew really.

It's like that grape that never got to be a grape.