wee

it's the wee morning hours that create problems. at night my capacity to tolerate and understand infinitely grows but when i wake up it's all gone. then i just sit still and stare blankly into the void. how are things different i ask myself? that he lets her do sth i know he would have never tolerated had i done it? doesn't he hate fucking myspace? and... isn't the problem really that he just lets her love him so exaggeratedly without paying any respect or tribute to what happened with us??? yes, i feel disrespected. oh, the wee morning hours. not a good time to talk. i'm just pissed for a minute. just pissed.

because, i can't stop thinking here now, can i. got to look at myself too. well, just because it was important to me i respected it. but come on, it's not like i hadn't had tons of fun too. gosh this is silly.
good morning everyone