Landon Bryc, author of the Ausome blog, ThAutcast, recently created this image:
|"I'm sorry. I just don't have room for you in my head right now."|
I wish I could say I understand what the Aut in this photo is saying, but...
I never really find myself saying this. It's always "too much, too much! Stop! Too much."
But... I'm never this eloquent about it.
I wish I could say "I just don't have room for you in my head right now..."
But... I don't always know when I don't have room for anyone in my head until it's too late.
- I don't know when to say goodbye. I hate to say goodbye. I don't want the fun to end.
I ask friends to stay an extra night, I hang around without going home, and then suddenly I get tired and bitchy and cranky, but I don't want to go. I drain myself trying to be with the people I love. I just don't know when I just can't handle any more. I always end up running myself down.
I might be wearing my friends, or myself, out. But I don't know it. Even a day at the park, or a shopping expedition, might be too much. But I don't know it.
- I just don't know when I just can't handle anymore.
- I always end up running myself down.
I run myself down.