Hunger Pangs

Have you ever gone back and read your journal entries from weeks, months, even years ago? It's painful. Really, really painful. Though my entries have always been carefully censored of my deeper emotions, the ones that manage to seep through are pretty ridiculous. Embarrassing, really. It's just a good thing that people don't read this. And if they do, kudos to you for staying my friend. Or at least, interested.

Tom has moved out. That is a good thing, for all of us. Tom especially. He clearly needed a change of scene, and company. Things have lightened up around here since he left, to be honest, and I'm quite happy about it. It's pretty amazing to me how one person's actions can affect a whole host of people at once. When all is said and done, I just hope he's happier now, despite my resentment towards him for his attitude during the months he lived with us. Maybe someday we can be friends again.

Maybe.

I wish I could sleep. I have work tomorrow morning but again, insomnia has set in and all I can do is think. What about? That is none of your business.

I'm enjoying how this post is about nothing at all. And yet I still write. Interesting. Goodnight.