Wednesday, June 5, 2013

No room. Too much.


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.




Running.

Running.

Running...

Whrrr...

Run-down robot. Whrrr...




    I run myself down.






           -Kitt