Had some moments of serious weakness this weekend. funny that when we're tired and our reserves are at their lowest we tend to do and say the things we cover up when the rest of the world surrounds us or covers things on our behalf.
Although some would probably think it was escapism, I feel like i've had my first dose of reality for about 6 months.
in fact, reality has strolled into my world and pulled up a chair, and i think it's starting to get itself comfortable.
i suppose i have to ask myself whether i should recline the chair and let it relax and get to know me, or whether i should put a few more bricks in to reinforce my little room.
used to be the latter. i'm not sure anymore.