Any of you ever got so used to a routine, that when you're forced to break it you just don't know what the hell to do with yourself?

You didn't even know you fell into said routine, until the evidence is thrown in your face. It's like an addiction you didn't even know you had. What do you do, right?

That happened to me tonight. I've fallen into a pattern, and when that pattern was broken, I just did not know what the hell to do with myself. Jesus I'm some kinda fool. Addictions were made to be broken, I guess. Here's hoping.

Eh....guess I'm not done. Got to much on my brain to go to sleep right now.

Anyone ever get so wrapped up in talking to a friend, you'd do just about anything to keep their attention? You know that they've got a life outside of you, but it makes you lose your way...you don't know how to entertain yourself or what to do if that friend isn't there? If you don't know what I'm talking about, please never learn. It's a horrible feeling...especially when you're unconsciously willing to sink low enough to throw a small pity party just to get the person to comfort you....or beg them to let YOU help THEM with something, just so you feel needed.

I mean shit, you should be able to go a day or two without talking to one of your friends, right? Hopefully you've got more than one close friend. Even if you don't, going a day or two without a full conversation never killed anyone, did it?

Jesus Christ, I think I need some help.


-Alpha