Of mad dogs and mad men

I need sleep...

Once again, I woke up at 7.30 this morning like clockwork, though I only managed 3 hours of shuteye.

There were tears, laughter, silliness, realisations, epiphanies. And it was good. I got what I needed truly to move on and I feel ok coz I've never felt not ok long enough for things to matter in any real way. This inability to want to feel anything lasting may one day be my downfall. But not now. Not here. And certainly not him.