Do you dare enter the mind of a sleepy lady?...

I amuse myself these days... well with... myself. It's funny I think I've been playing a part my whole life. I think everyone has. We are all playing this game, who can get the most attention, who can get the most love? We all try to fit an image (even if that image is to not have an 'image')but why do we do it? What purpose does it serve? Would we all reject each other if we were all are REAL selves? Would there be so much to hide? So much intimidation and ridicule if we were just... ourselves?

It's funny how people 'practice' what they'll say to others, but when the words come forth it is nothing like the rehearsal. I wonder if I should have said more or less. Or maybe it wasn't at all what I wanted to say in the first place. It's hard to pinpoint where I stand sometimes, especially when my train of thought seems to wander as it does and what I think now isn't what I'll think later.

I'm tired of playing this stupid game of who can get the most attention. Right now I feel accepted and loved. And it is the best feeling because I know it isn't a lie or some 'game.' It was me being me and him being him... it is much better then playing a part in which no one wins because you were doing just that... acting...
(sorry if this doesn't make any sense, kinda sleep deprived)