Haunted
5:30. It is 5:30 in the MFing morning and I am wide awake for no good reason. On my one day off for the next two weeks, I am wide awake at a time I'm not even usually sure there are two of during each given day. I mean, really... FUCK.
And what praytell, plays my mind and keeps me awake at this satan time?
"If I could have been , what I could have been... " OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN. I used to like that song. Now I wish fervently for it's demise. I want to stab my ears so I don't hear it anymore, but that would do no good since it's on repeat INSIDE MY HEAD. This is the sort of thing that makes me want to kick puppies (not that I actually would, but it does make it tempting.) or be destructive in other ways. Right now, if the old man were infront of me, I would kick him in the shins SO hard just to make myself feel better. I'm a bad person. Very bad.
Sleep is such a little thing, but without it, I get cranky. Very cranky.
And what praytell, plays my mind and keeps me awake at this satan time?
"If I could have been , what I could have been... " OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN. I used to like that song. Now I wish fervently for it's demise. I want to stab my ears so I don't hear it anymore, but that would do no good since it's on repeat INSIDE MY HEAD. This is the sort of thing that makes me want to kick puppies (not that I actually would, but it does make it tempting.) or be destructive in other ways. Right now, if the old man were infront of me, I would kick him in the shins SO hard just to make myself feel better. I'm a bad person. Very bad.
Sleep is such a little thing, but without it, I get cranky. Very cranky.