When I go to bed at night I don't have that end of the day feeling anymore. I don't feel comfortable. I feel anxious. I feel like there should be some thing I missed and then it would be the end of the day. The pain in my teeth and jaw are excruciating and I just feel like there is no end. Knuckles felt good on my head. It felt good to see his eyes look at me with love again. It seems like all these years have been one long day just hoping for some real unconditional love when the sun goes down. People are so interesting to me. I notice every detail. Sometimes I wonder if people can tell I am studying them. And lastly, superiority complex…WTF? I’m sorry but who do you think you are, seriously? If you put a gun to both our heads and pulled the trigger, we would both die the same way. We are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world. We are all from the same compost heap.
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