After a barely there night of sleep, I don't get up until noon, noon thirty. I'm barely conscious all day, refusing with all I have to nap to ensure that maybe, just maybe, I'll get that good night's sleep tonight. Then I get home, and the moment my head touches that soft cushy pillow, I'm wide awake with thoughts.
New thoughts, old thoughts, thoughts of boys, thoughts of That Boy, thoughts of the girl who hasn't been a real friend of mine in years but I still wanna kill her now that I know she was the one saying those things about me, thoughts of food, thoughts of bad Japanese horror movies, thoughts of what I want but don't know how to get, thoughts of DAMMIT DOG GET OFF ME I'M TRYING TO FUCKING SLEEP.
It's two am damn near. I have to be up by seven to get to the fucking DMV before it packs. I barely slept at all last night, why can't I just sleep now?
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