I'm tired.

But staying up until an ungodly hour fretting about things (or people) you can't control will do that to you. And you know, with all the hurt she's caused me in recent months, I shouldn't worry so much about the woman, but I'm too soft to take that hard of a stance. And, good or bad, I love her, she's my family.

But over and above being physically tired, I'm mentally tired. And honestly, what tires me the most, is being the one always reaching, can't someone surprise me, and do the reaching for a change?

And boy, does the weather fit my mood perfectly...



Oh, don't mind me, I'm just having a pleasant time pitying myself.