Exhaustion.

I'll be honest when I say it and just throw it out there, I'm tired. But we'll see how it goes.

My sleep has sucked, for lack of a better word. Better than some, less than it should be. Few hours a night. Manageable. Less than ideal, but manageable. I can function, that's what matters. Oh, for those that don't know, I'm on a rather ... unfamiliar work schedule for the next few weeks. I love it. I work from the morning until mid-late afternoon every weekday, I have the weekends off...

I feel normal. It's the structure I've been missing. The routine. The punch card. I've never wanted these things. I need them, though. I'm not unhappy with it. I don't have enough time to myself to be unhappy with it. I do my best to spend my weekends out with friends. It's working for me. I've filled the last two weekends, which is something I haven't done in a long while, except for with drugs. It's changing parts of who I am. While it makes my body sore and doesn't pay all that well, it's still something. I'm content, for lack of a better word.

But you (a.k.a. no one) don't come here to learn about my work schedule, you come to read about my inane emo whining. So I'll go with it.

I miss {your name here}. Life isn't the same without you. Read my older stuff? "Everyone has an irreplaceable spot in your life, a hole that will never again be filled when they inevitably leave you." There are so many holes left, now. I'll write out the names of everyone I miss, dead or alive, whether or not we still talk, in a later post. For now you're stuck guessing. You'll always be guessing.

I love you all.

This post went entirely off track. That's what I get for taking a week.