I need time to think. I've said it so many times in this lifetime, and I've never actually meant it. I've never needed time to think. I know, I just do. It's either I do, or I don't. I know myself enough... which is why I don't know why I don't listen to what I'm telling myself. I know it, I want it, I should do it, but I still don't. I have no idea why. It's like I have control only over my mind, and not my body.

This would be the time to ask my heart questions about what it thinks about this whole ordeal, but I think it's still hibernating.

Current Mood: tired.
Current Music: Seasons of Love, in my head.