It's not because I'm angsty, hormonal, or unwilling.
It's not because you did anything wrong. I'm not hurt. I'm not afraid.
It's not because my boyfriend broke up with me, so don't even bother asking. You'd know.
It's not because I don't care anymore. I just don't care at this moment.
I'll care tomorrow.
It's not because I'm avoiding you.
It's not because you want me to accompany you to partnered yoga when you know I'm more of a pilates girl.
No, it's not. So don't worry, okay?
I've been in my room all day because whatever deity that floats up in the sky wanted me to be.
Today, they looked at me and thought, "She's going to sleep."
And thus; I sleep. It's my destiny, if you want to call it that.
When you ask me why I haven't brushed my hair or updated my blog in a couple weeks, I'll be more than happy to transfer your call to the big operator in the sky.
Because to be frank, I have no fucking clue
However, after months and months of praying and sacrificial rituals, I think I've got the Gods to give me some insider info.
I'll let you in on a little secret.
Why I choose my room instead of your company
It's because the color I painted my walls makes me feel safe.
It's because the blankets smell familiar and the carpet makes a perfect place for a nap when my bed needs rest.
It's because I'm tired of facing the world as I am now.
It's a place of transformation. A human chrysalis.
I go to sleep me and I wake up me.
Just me of a different breed.
Think of it as an update. Or a software patch.
It's all I can do to keep from falling
Because know that I find solace and redemption in sleep.
It's because no place in this world is my own except here. It is my mark.
It is my latitude. It is my longitude.
It is my place under the great ceiling of the spherical universe, if you follow Eudoxus and Aristotle.
I reside underneath the star painted next to Betelgeuse.
Give it some time and I'll be someplace under Canis Major.
And it's cool with me if you want to make a supernova type II out of a supernova type I.
I'm not going to stop you.
I'll be sleeping. Ignorant. You won't have to worry about how I'm feeling.
I won't be feeling anything.
And I'm cool with that.