February 11th, 2009

It’s five in the morning and I have the feeling that I only get at five in the morning when I still haven’t slept and for some reason can’t stop crying but refuse to calm myself down or try to figure out what is wrong. I know what’s wrong. I know everything that’s wrong. Some of it can’t be repaired, and some of it I’m not ready to tackle even though it’s in the to-do pile.

I have so much to communicate but no idea how to voice it.