On my own ... here we go

I'm having trouble trying to sleep
I'm counting sheep but running out
As time ticks by
And still I try
No rest for crosstops in my mind



My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed
Dried up and bulging out my skull
My mouth is dry
My face is numb
fucked up and spun out in my room




My mind is set on overdrive
The clock is laughing in my face
A crooked spine
My sense's dulled
Passed the point of delirium

I'm suddenly bothered by something.

With one exception (you know who you are),
and other than haphazard sca weddings that didn't even have invites.

I don't get invited to weddings,
or bachelorette parties,
or baby showers
and obviously never asked to be a bridesmaid.

I've been invited to two weddings of cousins,
but that doesn't count, they didn't want me there.
Naturally didn't go.
SDA weddings are dancing and booze free anyhow.


Do I just have hardly any married friends,
or am I just not the kind of chick one invites to such things?


I'm almost more bothered by feeling like this should bother me.

wonderful electric

I hate when stupid myspacers have music I dig on their profiles.

People *I* think are lame should not be allowed to like music that *I* think is awesome.

That is all.