On Learning Shit

It's one of those nights.

It's fair to say that every life experience carries with it something to be learned. Sometimes those lessons take a few repeats to really sink in. I've spent most of my time over the last few months brooding. Not introspective analysis, not thinking in rational terms, not evaluating why I am where I am right now. Brooding. Letting my knee-jerk emotional reactions fester away at my normally sound logic until I've completely lost touch with who I am.

I'm fucking sick of it.

I need to stop scrutinizing things that have been laid to rest, and just walk away.

I need to stop torturing myself with curiosities and memories.

I need to stop acting like it's any of my business anymore.

I need to stop feeling for a minute and start thinking.

I need to stop being such a martyr about all of this.

I need to stop trying to change overnight.

I need to stop wanting it and her back.

I need to stop wasting my time.

I need to stop trying.

I need to stop.

Because life is TOO. FUCKING. SHORT.