Die
The only reason I am typing this is because I want to try to keep up on
this thing. At the moment I am fucking pissed. If one more person takes
everything I do for them and throws it back in my face, I'll rip out
their fucking throat. I went out last night and you know what? It
sucked, we literally played a game of Risk and watched a movie. Then my
insomnia kicked in while I was trying to sleep, thankfully no one
noticed I slept for maybe an hour tops. No one really believes me when
I say I have insomnia, why that is I don't know... but I've had it for
as long as I can remember. I tend to make up stories, tell people it's
only temporary and that it started recently. It will go away, right?
For the past two weeks it had gone away, and I guess last night it was
making up for lost time. Whatever, a little less sleep never killed
anyone. So you may ask, why am I angry? Well, that's simple. When you
are lying in a cold, completely black room, and you're the only one
awake, your mind starts to wander. It thinks about things I don't want
to think about, things I've repressed again and again, but whenever I'm
alone too long they come back....they always do...