There is something invigorating about having your heart broken. I realized this last night before I fell asleep alone and that emotionless cold set in.
Having your heart broken gives you a license to be emotionless.
I spend all my time feeling. Whether it's lonliness, sadness, depression, whatever...
Being dumped and having my heart broken allows me to go numb. To not feel.
And I almost like it.
It's like a vacation from something that usually plays a large part in my daily existence.
So it might not be all that "mentally healthy", but who fucking cares?

I can't wait for tomorrow night. This weeks has been a week from HELL (work wise) and I just want to kick back and relax this weekend.
Someone call me. I want to do something fun. Movies, laser tag, drinking...whatever.

I can't really think of anything else to rant about...so I am gonna find something to do.

OH, Save Connecticon hit the halfway point at $17,000 today.

If you don't know what that is, check out www.saveconnecticon.com, and if you can, donate a couple bucks. It means a lot to me.
Thanks guys!

-KOS