Tired, disappointed; I'm trying desperately to heed the very advice I give and suppress my pettiness and immaturity.

Perhaps now would be a good time to use that one-liner: Never miss the opportunity to shutup.

But the voice in my head goes on and on. It rambles and rants and it argues and questions and screams and shouts; Sleeping is but a lie, though God knows I need it.

You know that feeling when you try convince yourself to believe in something you DON'T believe in? Its like trying to convince a five-year-old to go to bed.

Pray, Carol, pray.