It's days like these that I wonder why I'm not happy

It's a beautiful day, I have money in my bank account, a steady source of income, a book to read, games to play, people around me that I actually like, a beer in my hand. Seriously what is missing here. I don't get it.

Dammit sub-conscious

Shut the fuck up. I already have more than enough glaring holes in my confidence I do not need you bringing up old hurts. Sure getting told you sucked at kissing is not great but you do not have to bring up every time I ever made a mistake to compound that. Jesus, It's like you don't actually like me.

Signed Me.

There are seven little worlds bouncing around my head.

Suffice it to say I'm rarely bored for long.

I prefer exhausted sleep.

It means I don't have to toss and turn and think off things I'd rather forget. It means I won't dream as much. It means that I don't have to torture myself with my own thoughts. I don't want time to think.