Who needs sleep?
I just absolutely hate it when I'm just so dead tired after a long day, yet my body totally gives up the desire to just crash and fall into a comatose. I even gave up a rare chance to hang with some good friends in an attempt to fall into a warm bliss of slumber. My mind just seems to be running all over the place lately. I keep having flashbacks of stories and advice that were given to me growing up. I'm doing ok for myself right now. But it's just those little thinks people have told me in the past that taunt me in the present. They're telling me I'm capable of so much more. On the other hand, I'm very pessimistic and have a strong hatred of our human race. Part of me asks, "Is anything going to matter in five years?"