"i almost believed you"

i cant sleep anymore. im tired at times when i cant sleep and awake when i can. when you're living in a world where anything can be faked, how can you tell what's real? i cant control anything about myself anymore. the closest thing to a reset button on life is either a.) a makeover b.) moving out of town or c.) forgiving. i hate relating to songs that have nothing to do with what i'm feeling. i hate feeling remorse for letting go of things i don't want back. see what i mean? this is why i can't sleep..

cant decide what to do with short stories i write that aren't full novels- post them online or compile them for a book of short stories? im not so worried about the profit as i am the product. if people are reading it and like it i got what i wanted out of it.

blah. i wish i had someone else making decisions for me for the first time in my life.

now i am going to try to sleep. goodnight