Men like words.Men love words.Words words words words...WORDS!

According to the computer it's exactly 5:11,according to the clock it's 5:09,according to the cell phone it's 5:12.AM.
I'm crazy.
Why am I crazy?hahahhahaha
fuck I think I'm having a boost.I think I might be resurrecting a little bit.
Because tonight I cried and I cr...I'm not gonna continue like this.

But I'm not erasing anything.

This is what's going on in my mind right now.As I'm writing.This is a little part of what my brain is like right now.

Full.Empty.Tired.Excited.

I stopped writing what I was writing up there because this thought came in my head and told me that it doesn't necessarily make you feel alive when you cry.Nope,it's not because you don't censor your emotions that you don't feel exhausted by them.
And I know resurrection is not going to happen before I stop refreshing the Facebook homepage... How silly,how silly,how silly....Oh,girl!

De retour a nos moutons,I am a silly kind of crazy because at this time of the morning I haven't had my night yet,I mean my sleep,my snoring.What I've had in exchange though,is too many thoughts,too many tears,too many screens and hours in front of them,too much waiting,too much wandering and wondering,too much sugar,too much milk,too much laziness,and too much dryness for my sleepless eyes.

Drrrrama,drama drama,too much drama.
Too much wanting to talk to you.At such point that in spite of my attempts to stop it,I did talk to myself instead of talking to you.Because you...?

OK,next part.
I'm drinking a beer,alone here in front of a good ol' computer and I'm craving a joint and a cigarette and a slap on the face and quite anything that's just a little bit bad for me.But what I really want is totally different and I feel like telling you later.Not you,but you,you know.

My bottle is as green as your eyes.
I want to make love and not war with you,and not just a little bit,a whole fucking lot because that and anything that involves you is the only thing I want to do with my time.Ok?Is that too much for you?For me?For us?
I have no clue.About nothing.Not now...Maybe tomorrow.I mean,later.

Charlie the cat

Charlie the cat is looking at me and realizes how damn crazy I must be to cry like that in front of a screen;and why in the world is she slapping herself?!
Charlie the cat is so lovely because he always moans and asks for love and he's so cute you just want to give it to him but then you realize it's just that you're actually craving to give him love and he only wants some God damned pleasure!Charlie the cat.How the fuck can a cat make you think about your own little loneliness.

3 minutes without air.
3 days without water.
3 weeks without food.
3 months without companionship or love.