I have no true response to this. I make it seem like these types of things don't even faze me, but truly they calm and terrify me just the same. I feel a peace about them as if something of an arousing memory has been laid to rest, but it's terrifying because I don't know what exactly was supposedly laid down.
I'm just not sure on what to feel anymore. Joyful or depressed? Anxious or angry? Maybe I should just be content with the way life is and with the events that occur in my lifetime.

I'm going to try to get some actual sleep now, and hopefully my slumber won't be interrupted again. I'm praying this feeling completely leaves my system by the break of dawn.

L

Written on 08 November 2005 at 9:05 pm