Blog, you deserve better than this. You deserve accounts of the birthday, the vacation, the happiness of things accomplished and reunions attained; you deserve joy and memories of friends and family and love.

Instead, you’re getting the frustrated confusion of a girl-woman so very tired of being frustrated and confused that she can’t even bring herself to be either; she is simply awake past 3 a.m., hoping this’ll all work out so she doesn’t have to regret anything or wonder other things.

She would survive, really. She would just be aggravated as hell by a person who wouldn’t try hard enough to make something worth the effort.

Cryptic ranting aside, I’ll be fine once I manage to fall asleep.