Too late for typing

Late at night. Half past two in the morning. It's not bright outside, darn it all, it is growing darker again. Shoot.

It is way too late for writing just about anything. But, hey, I managed to not blabber about just about everything that is troubling me. Wolf is away over the weekend, pout pout, but I hope we will both have benefited from the short time apart when he returns. Or something.

See, I think it is all my fault. And I know it is not. But heck, there hasn't been a spark for months (well, weeks at least)! What is wrong with me? I feel like quitting the pills just to see what I am like without extra hormones. But that might not solve anything, and anyway, I still hope for it all to get better. This is where I am still very prudish, I really have trouble talking about things like this, with just about anyone. Maybe I need to do with this what Bikke did once (not related in any way to this post other than that we did not know eachother very well at that time), that is, speak up and say something, suddenly, to someone I just recently got to know.

So, sorry, Rob, I laughed at it all, I really did, but this late at night it also brought up something I have been turning over and over in my head but not gotten to work. Don't worry.



Haha, I will so regret writing this all. Or feel uncomfortable with it. It is way too late in the night for writing anything, anything at all.

I really should grab something to keep me awake and write. I feel creativity bubbling. But I know I need to sleep, and I'd rather sit up all night if I'd slept well first. I'll just stop not making sense now. Oyasumi.