Today I woke up at 3 a.m., unable to sleep once more. This time, my sleep deprivation has a direct corollary to Billy. But I don't want to talk about people that aren't even worth mentioning anymore. Just know that I am really pissed off and don't want to hear from him in a long time. He can go have fun with all the boys he wants... but he'll be missing out on me.
So what does one do when unable to persuade sleep amongst oneself? Write. Read. Focus on other things. Listen to the rain drops on the ground outside and allow them to inspire thought provoking ideas... one of which I will share with you:
How much is too much? That my initial thought. It came to me because I was thinking about the drops of rain and how many of them it would take to be "enough". The definition of enough in this scenario is vague-- I am not quite sure what I am referring to when I say "enough".. enough of what? Enough to fill the pot that's outside? Enough to make the surface tension so great, that the water comes crashing down to the ground? Wait-- there's a thought... How much more shit can I take from Billy before it's "enough"? How much crap is too much crap? How many more emails (or the lack thereof) will I have to endure before I say it's enough? Well, the easiest answer to that question is, well, simply now. This is enough. This is my limit. I am sick of your shit. Go pester someone else...
Ugh, I am doing it again; I apologize. I am just oh so frustrated right now....
The time has come to hop in the shower and get day day started... Have a great day everyone!
