Jul 09, 2006 00:07
It's the third night already.Sleepless. Oh,who knows how much i want to sleep and rest and somehow i just can't.I tried all the known hang-over methods, waking up earlier, forcing yourself to adapt to the time zone. Well i'm really adamant towards all those fickle sleepers out there who don't care when, where and why they sleep at at all. If i'm not asleep by 12 ( unless i'm working ) i feel so frustrated.
And thats why i'm typing this because it's already the third night and i haven't got a single wink of sleep. How bad is that.
Listening to soothingmusic helps a little i guess.
every night. when i can't sleep. i cry. i cry becuase i'm so frustrated, so out of this world in a compeletly different context that irritates me. and i sob and grief, and i don't know why, yet itcomes so naturally like laughing at a joke. I;ve calmed myself down and talked to a few people and i hope after this i'll be able to get some good rest. Because if i don't i will (truly) go mad. I can't take this much, much longer, and soon i'm going to snap, like a twig. Yes, that easily, because it isn't that difficult after all is it. All those times . maybe i wiash i hadn't gone because it'll have saved me all this heart ache that i'm feeling right now. No way, am i going to let it stand in my way. I'm going to relax, sleep tight and let my mind run away withthe cool night breeze, which is what should happen. All those people sleeping out there be thankful for simple things. Sleeping is not a trifle. I'm off to try, and relax. How ironic this must be. How so, so, so, so, so, so, ironic. HOW BLOODY IRIONIC