Analog Sh!t: The Common Sense Hustle

Analogue Sh*t: The Common Sense Hustle

Sunday, August 07, 2005

|If and If and If|
I wonder how many times i've woken up since yesterday. For some reason, I cannot sleep through the night, or during a nap, or during an anything
my circadian rhythm has been knocked off of the charts.
I say, the way in which you wake up is a good indication of how you chose to spend your life the day before. In that case, I woke up this morning in a mutual "friend"''s bed because I was banned from Mike's house. Her apartment was freaking cold and I seemed to have left my favorite hoodie over his place.
I really liked that hoodie.

The story of why is not worth re-telling.
I've finally come back home (or the temporary version: my sister's place) after being with him for nearly a week, which was originally supposed to be a 2-day event. You stretch time out when you feel comfortable in spending it with a person.
If you ask me, I am still suffering the side effects of alcohol and have yet to produce a reasonable thought
other than the fact that I can't go on this way.

We hugged for what seemed like an hour.
Everything kept rolling downhill at both a steady and rapid pace.
I let him know that he was one of my best friends,
I thanked him for our time together.

I stumbled into the "friend"'s bed
soon the sun had come up
too soon.

I've been in and out of sleep since this afternoon.
"If" is all that you can think of in these situations. You even dream "if".
I wake up and get kind of frustrated each time at the images. I try to leave the TV volume up loud and hope I can distract myself.

Nothing can help me
but time.
It sucks.
And if and if and if.

-M.

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