Tonight has just been too much of everything.
Too much laughter.
Too many pancakes.
Too much Sonic.
Too many kids.
Too many video games.
Too much of my older brother's insisting that I get paid to watch his kids.
Too much work.
Too much of my boss.
Too many lies.
Too much yelling.
Too much icee at the theater.
Too much cake batter.
Too many pans to chose from.
Too much heat.
Too much hate.
Too much irritation.
Too much love.
Too many tears.
Too many make-up letters.
Too many heartbreaks and aches.
Too much sickness.
Too much writing.
Too much hiccuping.
Too much harping.
Too much whining.
Too much blaming.
Too many tank-tops to chose from.
Too many words to use.
Too much to write in such a little time.
Too much money for gas.
Too much of missing those I love.
Too much complaing.
Too much doting.
Too many of these horrible, horrible thoughts.
Too much angst.
And lovesickness.
Too many good memories.
And then the bad.
Too much of me.
Too much of you, everyone of you.
Too much of Life.
And not enough of everything in-between.
Too much laughter.
Too many pancakes.
Too much Sonic.
Too many kids.
Too many video games.
Too much of my older brother's insisting that I get paid to watch his kids.
Too much work.
Too much of my boss.
Too many lies.
Too much yelling.
Too much icee at the theater.
Too much cake batter.
Too many pans to chose from.
Too much heat.
Too much hate.
Too much irritation.
Too much love.
Too many tears.
Too many make-up letters.
Too many heartbreaks and aches.
Too much sickness.
Too much writing.
Too much hiccuping.
Too much harping.
Too much whining.
Too much blaming.
Too many tank-tops to chose from.
Too many words to use.
Too much to write in such a little time.
Too much money for gas.
Too much of missing those I love.
Too much complaing.
Too much doting.
Too many of these horrible, horrible thoughts.
Too much angst.
And lovesickness.
Too many good memories.
And then the bad.
Too much of me.
Too much of you, everyone of you.
Too much of Life.
And not enough of everything in-between.
