Tired

So tired, the creativity is numb. I've become dumb. Like the end of Voices, bot, did those writers run out of creativity fast. Earlier I whammed myself with Phantom of the Opera. There are no words. I even crossed over to the past, still hoping someone might care about it all, and I mean it all. S'ok, it was a long day and softball was cancelled so I say here lonely and endured a cathartic experience. I ate pasta and then rinsed multiple times to continue killing the cold bug that is still bugging me on the head and now, internal cold sores. I should sleep, but I keep hoping someone will knock on the door and fall in love with me and I don't want to miss her.

Narf :)