2009-08-24

with nerves like fleas

Sunday always brings the shock of sobriety. The readjustment of my nerves prevents me from relaxing. I don't want to go to bed until I'm exhausted. Otherwise, thoughts will keep me awake. I'm getting older and have yet to figure out where I should be and what I should be doing. The only thing I'm fairly certain of is that I'm living this life wrong.