Does it count as insomnia when you wake up after seven hours of sleep and can’t go back to sleep? Here I am, oh LJ. It’s 5:15 and I wish I were sleeping. Instead I am thinking, again. This is becoming a habit. This time my thinking is about much more melancholic topics that I’m not really willing to share. I find it interesting when people tell me they admire how open I am. I am open in very specific, limited, controlled ways. I don’t talk about the things that are currently able to hurt me. I’ll talk about them once I’ve worked through the issues and I’ll seem all deep and shit.

*snort* Deep as a puddle.