I’m even irritated at myself for thinking so much. It’s almost as if some weird movie is constantly playing, no commercials, and no pauses. I can’t even control what I think about, its almost like I’m trying to keep up with whatever my imagination is throwing around. I hate to be the one to wake you up constantly, asking for your attention, and I know I do this to myself, but I’m forced to look for some outlet. Writing OS good, and at some points I don’t even know exactly what I’m saying, but just having somewhere for it to go, other than to the other side of my brain, is a more comforting feeling than being completely trapped in my body. I would be irritated if I was tour. But maybe, just maybe you’ll understand and not have any grudges.to hold against me for it. I like to think is do the same for you. The universe only knows how much I was there for bradly when he was in a similar situation to mine. Completely different, but reliable somehow. Fuck i wish I had a ciggarette. And fuck I wish someone who was awake at 745 in the morning to keep me company. Oh well, oh well. It’s taking everything in me not to wake you up from your new years recovery slumber. If I didn’t treasure sleep so much I would have made you get up hours ago, but I have a slim tiny faint portion of respect left. Courtesy, I suppose. Either way its dippin out fast. And I have a feeling ill be finding out very soon how you react to being asked to get out of bed before the early birds get up. I usually don’t like it. Maybe you’re different. I’m not sure. My poor little fingers can’t even keep up with my head anymore. Some days I will invent something that transforms tour thoughts into something concrete. Like the bowl of thoughts from harry potter. The fifth or sixth book i think. Don’t judge. If magic was real there would be a whole lot less to be worried about. Ha. Done now. For reals. Happy new year. This one feels like a good one