Sux0rz

It's been a long time I came home this early and for some strange reason, I'm not sleepy nor tired, think I'm fading away.

Why does it never stop? Must we force it to slow down or does the mind need to constantly regen it's juice in order to stay alive? I hate it when I've 101 things to think about, let alone cover them every single night. It's good to be yourself with people that you are comfy with, do what you want when you want it, your friends will still be there, no obligations, no motives just pure friendship. Such are a rare find or a risk taken too deep, of which time will reveal.

Yesterday I turned down an offer for a part time job. In which the person got offended by my refusal and I assume I may never hear of him again. Is it so hard to decipher the true worth of happiness? Must there always be money in the equation? I'm a terrible steward of my own expenses, but I never let it bring down my spirits. I know He has it all planned out, all I have to do is to let go of it, if its mine it will return, else it was never meant to be.