alasanon | Cradling my head in my hands, I said nothing.

Some days it seems so futile to be where I am. I end up finding a thousand things I'd rather be doing, then I drop those as being impossible.

What I think I should do and what I am advised to do and what I want to do often don't come close to reality. Which then makes me wonder, of course--why bother with reality? If I live in a world of constant dreams and visions, why then, then I might have a basis for functioning.

All right! All right! I give up. I don't really have anything important to say on this frightful morning. I mostly just want to go back to sleep.

Mmm...sleep. Hopefully next time I won't dream about pale boys and their highly dubious sisters. I woke up very suddenly and very...disturbed. Oish.