Dreaming of somewhere else
Another sleepless night for me.
I’ve gotta get the hell out of here. It’s been heavy on my mind again. I’ve not slept well in a few days now.
My week went from bad, to worse, to…this. Too much to get into but in a nutshell: saw my ex, fell out of love, fell in love, fell out of love. Crazy, I know.
I actually had the start of a good night. But now at 3:something in the morning, I’m checking my miles (78,000) and seeing what the weather’s like in Australia and New Zealand.
It’d be nice to open the door and not run into anyone that knows me for tens of thousands of miles.
My brother said that all of life’s problems can be divided up into health, wealth and relationships. It seems as if I can only get one out of those three going at any time.
I’ve been thoughtless with other people’s hearts and people have been thoughtless with mine. I suppose it’ll all just work out in the end.
At least I hope so.
In the meanwhile, 78,000 miles.
Where to go?
Can I stay with you?
I’m an excellent cook. And I tell stories.
Crazy little Logan stories.
Location: @8PM, laughing at dinner; @4AM, not so much
Mood: Disappointed
Music: on the telephone line I am anyone, I am anything, I want to be
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