Why am I still awake?
I can’t sleep so I’m writing. I don’t even know why I’m writing. So my apologies for my deprived rant.
The solstice is in a couple days and I don’t know if I’m able to build a fire and party for it. Might just be some cheap candles and some Whiskey I have hidden away.
Mama may be my energy vamp I’ve been fighting against, but Roomie is just a pain in my bum. I suppose that part of my problem. we’re all sick (mentally or emotionally) and I’ve given up on one and the other I feel obligated to help. I don’t mind helping I just don’t like feeling used. Will I help? yes. But don’t always assume and then change the rules around me.


















