Undone

I told the guys at work I had an online diary. They laughed. I told them I wrote about them in the diaries….

They laughed more.

I can’t blame them, it feels sorta funny to stick my feelings and what not onto the world wide web for GOD and everyone to see. Then I realized that it’ll get lost in the shuffle, and it’s really just here for me.

I happen to be one of the giddiest people alive right now. I know how to get what I need, and do it. I love being able to do that. I get the reservations at work I need. I love that. I can do what I need to.

I’m so very tired, I realize that I’m typing this around midnight and all, but I can’t sleep– I’m a night owl–

I just want to be with the things of the night. Not dark things, just things that come out at night. bats, night time flowers, the cool breeze. I detest the sunlight. What can you do? Nothing. Cause day is day, and night is night.

I want to live in the night forever.

I miss being able to daydream about things, to waste my time and not worry about needing more. I want that again…..

I see the perfect man, many perfect men…… But I don’t deserve them, because i’m not perfect. Oh.

What blitherings do you get when little Meryl Is tired.

DM out.