Sleep is overrated.

I 'woke' up this morning at 7:50. I was worried I'd miss the first bus back home. Not that I wanted to leave so quickly, but I was tired and you were tired. Staying and sharing your bed was already a bit of an impertinence.

What a night it was, though. I'm glad nothing really happened, because I'm just sick of drama. We just hung out like two friends and did things that friends do. Drank beer, played Xbox and cruised Facebook all the while maintaining that boundary of guy vs. girl.

I was about to talk to you about the whole situation going on, but not enough to tell you where my heart lies. The truth is, I came because I was hoping you'd make me fall for you. Thank god now, that you didn't. I'm the worst.

I won't let up, now. Staying up to see the sun rise because there's no way I was going to walk home is just the ticket I needed. I needed last night like I need to go home, which is badly.

Home is such a distant memory now that this place is starting to feel that way.

Why is that a bad thing? Not exactly sure.

Why is this blog turning into a livejournal? No idea either. I need a place to get my thoughts out, that's all.