writing more

Sick of these dreams, sick of sleeping during the day, slightly happy about writing more, ready to be fucking done.  Months of no message, no email, dating other people, fuck that.  Fuck her narratives, fuck my narratives, there was no choice but to let her go and if she wanted to come back I told her the way, so it is time to fucking blow it up.  It is time to be done with dreams, naive hopes, all that crap, fuck T swift songs, it is time to save up money, act from my strength and center, and fucking do.  It is time.