Added, about 8 minutes later: Jesus, I sound like such a wordy, pretentious asshole. Please ignore this entry. The only reason I'm not deleting it is because of the effort it took to type the goddamn thing at 3 am.
I'm worried about myself, but only because everyone looks like they're worrying about me first. Lately I've become enthralled with lists/compilations of people's last words and suicide notes... I don't think its morbid, but whenever I make mention of it to someone, they look at me as though I'm absolutely insane. No one seems to get how beautiful and candid (and on occasion, humourous!) the things people say in that state of mind are. I guess I'm wondering if maybe a person could glean something from the words. A hint, a clue, an implication about what comes after everything. People probably think I have an unhealthy fixation on death, but I don't see it, myself.. I'm sure a few are probably wondering if I'm pondering suicide. I don't see why people think you have to have that sort of a connection to a thing to be interested! And of course, I'm far too plainspoken to not come right out and tell people were I suicidal.
So, here I sit, a bit lonely, quite curious, and very much enjoying all this rain! I really hope it keeps up, it has me in such wonderful spirits.
And of course, the obligatory random thought that follows most moments in my lifey:
How lovely it would be to have someone with which to bare one's soul! I'm a bit sad about my lack of companionship.
Oh bloody Christ, I always get so wordy when I stay up late. TO BED WITH ME!