I'm wide awake.
I've been laying in bed, just daring sleep to take me on. It's so late. I need to sleep. But I've been thinking thoughts that make me anxious, and wishing my phone would ring at this indecent hour. It doesn't, though, and it's lonely, being awake at 1 AM on a school night, feeling like I have heartburn and wishing someone would tell me a bedtime story.
Or something.
At least you're not sick with too much to do. Ugh, I go home healthy, come back sick, why does my family do this to me?
Posted by: Gail-Marie at December 1, 2003 02:54 AMI am far older than you are, do not live the same country nor continent, am a man where you are girls, to me not actually woman (I am really old :( ).
What is hard in the beginning of an adult life, are more the thing you leave than the thing you discover, the thing you fear than the thing you face.
Clearly our education does not help, with some purpouse, with sexuality and sentiment matters.
Growing can leave you alone when you leave old shell, or hurt you before you leave it. Hard time anyway.
The only one person who can love you, and give you the tenderness you are calling, could be yourself, time to time.
Cher Jerome,
Admirablement dit. C'est une pitié que la jeunesse et la sagesse n'existent pas en le même temps. Merci pour visiter et pour commenter.
H
Posted by: Fish at December 1, 2003 06:28 AM