Like That

Gah.

I uberly dislike it when my head gets fogged with a slight lack of common sense. I'm running my bill up and though all of it feels like it's extremely worth the dent in my pocket, I seriously hate admitting the fact that the delayed reciprocation, or lack thereof, has been eating on me... more than it has before.

Deymet.

The silence was the worst, though. And I can't say that I am unhappy at the fact that now the conversation has begun to flow in again. But yeah, you know that sinking feeling you get when you send something out and you don't get anything back within the next minute, or the next hour... your head starts to spin, you're all tensed up, and inwardly you slap yourself over and over because you feel like such a fool? Yup, that one. I hate that. Try as I might to bury it, it still manages to rise up to the surface.

Kainez.

I'm redeveloping habits that I thought I'd gotten over. It's like my hands itch if I don't grab that stupid mobile every 15 seconds or so, and when nothing's there I swear to god I feel like throwing the damn thing against the wall. This is not how it's supposed to happen. I'm supposed to be normal... to be whatever I've been in the past couple months...

Buried in work.
Enclosed in mindless monotony.
and
Numb.

Just plain numb.

I think I may have to train myself again...