Fuck. I am so tired. I took two sleeping pills last night but still had a horrible time sleeping. I think tonight I will take two of the new pills that I have just bought. And maybe one of the old ones. Perhaps that way I can finally sleep. I just want to sleep and feel rested. I want to dream. I love my dreams. They are so comforting. I read an article in Scientific American: Mind that people never remember their dreams. That is not true. I have many memories of dreams that I have had. Maybe I don't remember every detail of my dreams but I do remember a hell of a lot of them. If fact, sometimes when I close my eyes, I see images of dreams that I have had throughout my life. They are usually about the same theme. So if I am remembering about my home where my parents live then I see a lot of images of places that I have never lived in reality but in my dreams I lived there. It is just so reassuring that I can escape into my dreams to a place that is both familiar and new.
The night is closing upon us; drawing nearer with every tick of the clock. I have many who love me here in this world. I don't understand why sometimes but for whatever reason they do they must understand that if I were ever to depart from this world then life must go on. That is just the way it must be. It is the natural part of life. I am not going to do anything to hurt myself; I just want you all to know.
Fool enough to almost be it
Cool enough to not quite see it
Doomed
Pick your pockets full of sorrow
And run away with me tomorrow
June
We'll try and ease the pain
But somehow we'll feel the same
Well, no one knows
Where our secrets go
I send a heart to all my dearies
When your life is so, so dreary
Dream
I'm rumored to the straight and narrow
While the harlots of my perils
Scream
And I fail
But when I can, I will
Try to understand
That when I can, I will
Mother weep the years I'm missing
All our time can't be given
Back
Shut my mouth and strike the demons
That cursed you and your reasons
Out of hand and out of season
Out of love and out of feeling
So bad
When I can, I will
Words defy the plan
When I can, I will
Fool enough to almost be it
And cool enough to not quite see it
And old enough to always feel this
Always old, I'll always feel this
No more promise no more sorrow
No longer will I follow
Can anybody hear meI just want to be me
When I can, I will
Try to understand
That when I can, I will
Smashing Pumpkins - Mayonaise