Sep 03
I hate it when I can’t sleep.
Cats: miscellanea|No… I hate it when I can’t sleep and I have nothing to keep my mind occupied except tail-chasing thoughts that lead nowhere.
The dark of the night is a wonderful time. It’s quiet, and peaceful. No one demands anything. Usually it is blissful. Not so now.
Tonight I’m demanding of myself to no avail but frustration.
Could have, should have, would have, shouldn’t have….
Can I, will I, SHOULD I, must I?
And if I don’t?
Constant second-guessing of self.
It’s because of the eyes that look on me… eyes that say “not enough”, or “not right”.
I REALLY don’t want to see those eyes. I can’t content myself with it anymore.
I have no patience.




