Sleepless in Seattle

My personal circle of hell

“In the wee small hours of the morning
While the whole wide world is fast asleep
You lie awake and think about the boy
And never ever think of counting sheep.

When your lonely heart has learned it’s lesson,
you’d be his if only he would call.
In the wee small hours of the morning,
That’s the time you miss him most of all.”

House is empty… Head is full…

How many times do I have to tell myself? STOP!

Saturday, February 25th, 2012