Driving home in a haze at 3 in the morning is a situation that begs for a reason. Unfortunately, I have but the mundane reality of my life to offer up as an excuse in this specific instance.
The full moon drives me crazy. Makes me naked, makes me spout thoughts that are probably being heard better than they're expressed.
I'm working on doing things because I really want to, not because I really think they should be done. It's a hard thing to do, to switch from being the better of the two to feel better yourself. Though, I'm never really sure what the right thing to do really is. I just talk as if I'm absolutely positive and as long as that gets me by with the right amount of comfort it's totally fine. One hundred percent finez.
Begging is disgusting. But, I wish it worked.