3.50am

3.50am. This may possibly mark a new extreme of my blogging habits at ungodly hours of the early morning. Sleeping patterns at the moment (and now I think about it, for the past five or so years) would be considered anything but healthy. But I don't seem to be in a rush to make changes so I suppose it's okay. It could be much worse. The quietness of night time is actually quite lovely and peaceful and somewhat reflective.

I'm missing a lot of friends at the moment. I miss them all. I have so much love for so many people I wish I could share it all out equally.