Good riddance

Holiday nap. Holiday rap. Holiday hits. Holiday wits.

I wanna stay inside your head. I wanna drop my thoughts and dump it all on you.

fiction

2014 is proving to be one helluva year. Good days and bad days trickle down like an intense shower storm. I could hardly slip under the covers, sleep like a baby and pretend I don't hear anything. This year has certainly gone to great depths just to test my wits and humor. If there is meaning in all these shitty things, I hope it means I won't have to go through  it again.

I've put myself into terrible situations and even if I know I wasn't treated right, I stayed on and hid my vulnerability. I probably liked this person far more than I had expected myself to. He is the only person who makes me laugh and cry hard and I am so sick of this endless run of emotions. How silly of me to be crying over you. How silly of me to hang on. How silly of me to give you my attention. You can't use me anymore. Even if you say you are not using me, I don't know what is real anymore.