October 2nd, 2005

sleepy

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I hate being exhausted. I don't entirely know why I'm putting this much effort towards things, but . . . well, I am. I don't feel like I have a choice. You do what you gotta.

Sometimes I really envy people who have common types of blind faith to rely on. You know, God and all that. At least they've got a support structure and don't have to doubt themselves all the time. Maybe they should, but . . . if they don't want to, they don't have to.

I, on the other hand, have to.

Doesn't change anything. But I have to.