"...the loser standing small..."

can't sleep even though i'm tired.
my head is going too much tonight i think.
my tattoo turned five this week and i was too busy to sit down and think about that. and march is just around the corner and there's thinking about that too.
and i feel guilty in a number of ways that i'm not singing... particularly in any ensemble setting, and haven't in quite a while. but this is part of the trouble of working full time for me, and working the hours that i do, and still always feeling exhausted.
i used to sing this song at bravo. and ridiculously or not, it nearly always made me want to cry. and it still does. and i miss singing it. miss being able to sing other people's words as an outlet.
i'm just typing here. by the way.
i stumbled upon words tonight that i shouldn't have read.
and i get stuck thinking about words that i feel like should be there for me to read that aren't.
i've never, never been comfortable with anger.
stupid. going to try sleeping again.