=   F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K.   =

        You speak to me in riddles, you speak to me in rhymes

One thing I hate about my sleeping habits is that I am up, constantly. My
body clock is so wacked that half the time, I am up all hours of the night
and sleep very little. Some how or another it doesn't seem to alter my
cheery disposition though.

But the one thing I like about this 'downtime' is that I feel alone,
literally, while the world sleeps. Living on the west coast now, watching
the clock tick hours, and knowing that the majority of the US is fast
asleep, slumbered in their beds snug as a bug in a rug. It is almost a
powerful feeling, as if its just me against the world, and that empowers
me a bit.

When  I get like this, I get very melancholy. I like reading some of my
old writings that are still private (ie not on-line), reading through
email that I sent out or received from ex-lovers. Listening to music that
sets the mood (like Sarah McLachlin).  My mind starts shutting down and I
notice how that it is during this time that I can actually function at a
slightly different rate then before.

During the day, my mind is running at such a speed that I need "to break"
in order to get relief. I need to sit back and think about things,
regardless of the relevancy of them, so that I can relax and go "yes, I am
alive after all".

Music helps set the mood because I can then break down and 'feel'
something. All too often I have been called a 'heartless bitch" because I
can be quit mean or cold. And I know that I am quit guilty of it, and yet
I still do it anyways. Often I wonder why I still behave that way.
Sometimes, being the masochist that I am, I put myself through situations
over and over again, in my mind, analyzing why I react the way I do,
wondering why I make compensations for some people while I am merciless on
others. Wondering why I do the things I do. Folding, extracting, folding

There is something magical about the night. Something almost erotic in the
way the sky glows with stars, the world is shutting down, the air if I
stand outside feels almost silky against my skin, regardless of the
temperature. It feels almost forbidden, and in many ways, I like it like
that. It makes it more "mine". Makes me feel more "alone" and perhaps a
bit more elitest. 

This is such the perfect time for so many things. Making love. Dreaming.
Writing. Thinking. Staring off into the stars wondering about all the
million and one possibilities that could occur in your lifetime. In my

This is my time. This is my world. This is my domain. This is where I can
rule and where I will survive. This is where I can be most free, to shed
all the masks and become more real to not only myself but to those I
choose to share it with me.

This is where I dream. To shape and to discover what is going on, to see
if what I am doing, regardless of the situation, is right for me. To think
of the future, to mourn the past. To live in the moment. To love
unconditionally, to feel loved and to be loved. To feel desired. To

Because regardless of when its said and done:
I won't be denied.

by simunye
2:25 am PST

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