its 3:23am Your Time...and i dont want to know

I won't lie. The past few weeks have been hard. See prior posts.
The songs "Fuck you" by CeeLo and BreakEven by the Script pretty much have battled and melded into one restless emtotion.

The temporary solution, simple. Get off twitter. What you don't read can't hurt you.
The long term solution...also simple, get back to that place where I worry about only me and my bubble.

As I call on my Inner Pooh Bear (don't mock me-its my Taoist nature)-- I remind myself, what will be, will be, and what won't, won't. Emotions such as jealousy, hurt, resentment are useless waste of energy...So too, is false spirit for Someone. I can fake happiness, but to whom? No one cares, I shouldn't care, and thus like sand in a reflection garden, I rake over the thoughts...Clang and Chime.

Ironic?, "I just prayed to a God that I don't believe in..." -- Perhaps not, when it works.
Fortunately, I had a miracle the other day that I desperately needed...but that's another story.

in many ways the following statement makes sense and is all I have left, interpret as you may:
now I get to sleep.