Dear 1:06,

There's so much to be said, but I can't really find the right words to relay it.

A friend asked me today how I was or particularly how the sauce was... I told him that I was fine and that the sauce was fine, too, but I just haven't been able to give any of my attention to it. Oh but I'd like to though. It's a sickness, I think. The need to just let your mind wander off on paper or on screen. ...There's a word for it, but I forgot what it is... I'd research it, but I'm in no mood.

I feel that there's a void that needs to be filled, but I really don't want to focus on that right now. Neither do I want to focus on the fact that my eyes are begging to be closed because I lack sleep.

For the past two days, I've been waking up at the same time. With no alarm to wake me up or anything... Just bright and early at 8:34, I'm up and at 'em. ...I'm not complaining, I'm just telling you that that's how it's been for the past two days.

I wanted to say something of importance, but I just can't bring myself to do it... Then again, it's past 1am, maybe I'll just pick this up again tomorrow and write again.

For what it's worth, it's not because of you or anything that you did. It's just me and my incessant need to just be that girl. The girl who can't sit still.

Yeah... That's all it is. I can't apologize for it even if I wanted to.

There's so much more to be said, but it's past 1am and I need sleep. Maybe tonight I'll be able to dream that everything is alright, that it can be alright, and that it would be alright.

...'Cause you know it really should.


As Always,
D.


P.S.: I'm not as sane as I appear to be... But then again, I'm not as insane as you think I am either.