I can't sleep.
Yes, I know it's 7:41 in the morning, but I didn't fall asleep until after 4 am. And I don't have to be at work until noon. So I have extra time to sleep in and I can't.
My brain won't shut off (stupid brain...I'll stab you with that q-tip again if you don't get in line!) about the events of the past nights. I am more confused than ever. My once safe spot, the place where I could go and just hang out, has turned hostile. The events of the last few nights haunt me. Like ghosts, they swirl around me, some of them mocking, some of then shouting, some of them yelling, and some of them scaring the shit out of me.
I can relate on how my night ended - me, on R street, having a car drive by shouting "Faggots!" while my friend is in a choke hold by a drunk gay guy who won't take no for an answer. He pries himself loose and runs to get his car while our other friend proceeds to get mauled. Car comes, they get in and speed away. I think this is over and walk to the car I was loaned for the weekend when I hear footsteps behind me. I glance and the drunk gay is now following me. I get to my car, lock the door and he starts pounding on the window. I shake my head "no" (cause this time, the bitch is going to get that No means No) and take off.
My heart is pounding the entire time.
When did my life turn into such a drama filled entity?
Now, in all actuality, the guy is not there to hurt us, he was drunk, didn't know that he was hurting us, and just wanted to get laid. I think he was a visitor to the city. But I digress.
The drama ended there, but the tears did not.
After I got home, I couldn't sleep. See above for reasons. And so instead, I cried.
I think it was a long time coming.
The events of the past few nights and the weight they crush me with just won out, finally. I am in a game that I know I will lose. And I am still playing it because of him. Because I cannot deny what my brain tells me is wrong.
My brain screams at me all the time. I think it is punishing me with insomnia.
I don't want to have to do what I know I need to do...I can't. I could do it to Greg. I could do it to Dan (it just took me 6 months to do it). I did it to Sean. I don't know if I can do it to him. This is why I cried. It is a hard decision, but for my own sanity, for my own life, I need to.
Question: What do you do? What do you do when you love someone, who loves you back, but doesn't want to date you?
Answer: You cry.
I don't want to hurt him. I don't think I could ever on purpose. The thought of hurting someone I love makes me cry.
Fucking Tiffany....
Could've Been just came up on my random playlist.
And I continue to cry. I let him hurt me, although he doesn't know it hurts me. How could he not, though? Am I that good at hiding it or does he not care?
I just yawned. My brain is finally letting me sleep. I think it is pleased with the conclusions of this blog. It knows something that I haven't figured out. Maybe it will come to me in a dream.