As stupid as it may sound: I'm tired of feeling, and above all- I'm tired of thinking. I'm tired of wasting all of my time thinking of reasons why certain things happen the way they do, and the feelings behind the actions. For once, I don't want to think about what is left unsaid and what should be said. Reading between line after line, deciphering any sort of message that seems to fit in where I like it to, and all too often being far wrong then I think I am. Maybe the situations change, but the feeling never did. It's always there, hanging around like some dying cloud, just wrapped up with a different colored bow. Differences aside, it still hurts. It hurts a lot- self-inflicted or otherwise. I know, pathetic.