figmentation

Sometimes I wish I weren't involved.

I like to start conversations and letters without a greeting or a closing.

I feel emotionally dead/drained. (sometimes it gets so hard to feel and have consiousness of caring that I just wish to not to at all.)

I've learned that it takes two to keep a fire going. (why do I feel like I'm the only one feeding it)

Note to self. Don't stay with couples. Ever. If you can avoid it. (being the third wheel sucks, even if it's that you go sleep in your own bed all by yourself and you know that they're all snuggled up in the other room - or if they aren't they have the possiblity to be.)

I sat in traffic for an hour today. There had been a motorcycle fatality. The body was moved but the road had been closed off crime sceen style. Left on the ground next to a banged up car were the helmet, shoes, shirt and other articles the driver of the bike had been wearing, ten meters away was a motorcycle that had been stood up that had ovbiously caught fire...
I havn't cried in months, regardless of how crazy it's gotten.
The death of some unknown man (they were men's shoes on the ground) drove me to weeping openly. Maybe it's really that I'm crying for you...

Maybe i'm just in hormonal female mode and am getting ready to go out when I'd really like to curl up at home with a book.

right.

I'm off.