strung out

"What the hell am I doing?"

Last night as I was laying in bed, begging myself to fall asleep, stress finally caught up with me. Big time.

What the hell am I doing? Which, incidentally, is not the same questions as, "Why am I doing it?" Because the answer to that one hasn't changed.

I am feeling lonely again. And I missed someone badly. He is my refuge in times like this. His words keeps me company throughout my dreaded night blues.

I miss you.