Forgetfulness with a side of Crunch.

My own indecisiveness kicks me in the shins.

I shout out in protest but the little bugger runs away before I can catch him and show him who is boss.

Apparently I'm not doing much to take enough initiative.

I'm intimidated.

Nervous even.

And I don't know how to react to my feelings anymore.

I am in uncharted territory and I don't know how I feel about it.  I want things simple, yet I don't know how to be in any pairing or relationship whatsoever.  I am a pulled mess, like shucked corn at a corn shucking contest.  look up corn shucking here>>  http://www.ehow.com/how_2072862_shuck-corn.html  <<.

I want to read until my eyes cannot anymore.  I want to watch films so long that I don't remember who I am, where I was, who I was, and where I was going.  I want more, yet want to much less.  I don't like responsibility and all of this seems subjective.  Sense to me is painting a great painting before bed, and waking up fully rested even though you only received one hour of sleep.  This, would be perfect sense if it could really be true.  But since there is no truth in this sense, then there is no sense in it at all.

Screw sense.

I'm a dreamer.

I want to just sleep a good while.  Dream.  Yet, I don't always remember my dreams.  How can I really be a dreamer.  Only God really knows.  Brain Ache.  Character Ache.  My character suffers from my lack of memory.  I forget things.